In addition to not eating air fresheners — or maybe because of not eating air fresheners? — I had a lovely weekend in Houston with my parents. We were celebrating my mom’s birthday, which mostly meant spending time together and eating a lot of Dairy Queen. (Those mini Blizzards are the perfect size!)
I also made sure to take out the camera a lot, because I’ve been a little lax since coming back from the cruise. But this week helped me remember how important photos can be. For my mother’s gift, I made a photo book at Snapfish, and it turned out beautifully. The printing and production (colors, cover, etc.) were top-notch, and I spent hours arranging the photos to tell the story of my mother (as best I knew it). She and my dad loved it, and as I flipped through, I realized that I want to make more of these books, both for myself and for my loved ones. And to do that, I need photos.
Sugarland Town Center, which is a great little plaza with food and shopping
Out and about on our boat, in Clear Lake
I am first and foremost a writer, but sometimes an image says it all.