All things family-related. My husband and me, the children we made, the grandbebes that thrill us now. Our whole great big, loud, messy family. Love! *sigh…
My camera is a little $69.99 Kodak EasyShare C183. Shocking, I know. I was actually surprised it even had an official “name.” And this from a girl whose mama was a professional horse photographer. Tsk.
I mean, I am a Nonna! I NEED to get a great camera. It is a 14 megapixel and if you use it in bright, filtered light, it is pretty darn ok. Like this quick shot a couple of days ago {completely untouched}:
But then sometimes I snap one and it is just {blah} or doesn’t actually capture the true feel, what I am really seeing. The flash either goes off and I didn’t want it to or doesn’t go off and I did. Or the lighting behind might be too bright to support the actual subject or whatever. For whatever reason, I decide to have a little artistic fun. So just because, here are some things I might do using Picnik.com on this digital photograph.
Original shot on Wednesday:
You can see the slight sign, under Gemma’s left eye, of her recent Big Wheel “accident.” A little collision with a truck bumper. Speed has its pitfalls. In this shot, one of 5 or 6 I took in quick succession, the flash did not go off due to the very bright sunlight streaming in and filling the space to her left side and behind her. It kinda washed out the color. Fairly blah, which is NOT representative of what I was seeing with my little cutie-patootie! It is ok, totally fine and pretty in its’ own way. But Gemma is color! What did I really see?
Just for fun…
Increased exposure to 20, then increased contrast to 20, too on the edit setting
Doodle feature on the create tab – you can make squiggles and arrows and write words, and the “goofy” feature and the posterize feature in the second image. I used the goofy tool to make her have those oversized 1960s art eyes.
Left is Holga-ish on the default settings, on the right is Holga-ish left on default for the blur and the grain, but then I faded it 75%
Boost is big. Boost is fun for a color-junkie like myself. If a little color is good, a lot is better, right? Well, no, not always. Here is a look at Boost. Left to right :: Boost at 50%; Boost at 20%; and Boost at 15% + Lomoish faded to 80.
Black and white, just the default. You can increase or decrease the contrast to make it “more” black and white if you want. Then I just did the black and white default, but faded it to 50%, which starts adding a little of the color back in.
Remember the olden days when we all bought those Olin Mills packages and thought we were getting super high quality photographs because of those amazing faded borders or the black smokey looking trim around the photo? Well, you can do it yourself. Be careful. It can by utterly hokey. Use sparingly. And if I actually am using it, I reduce the “size” of it and fade it out. These are just so you can see what you can do with “matte” (size 50, strength 10) and “vignette” (default shown here).
The Cross Process is pretty fun and just goes with autumn, I think, because the yellow light looks like the long, golden light of fall. I show the default setting for the Cross Process on the left and at a 50% fade on the right.
How about a traditional sepia tone? You can actually adjust the color tone of sepia you want and like the black and white feature, you may fade it and it begins adding in back color, which is pretty and dreamy and gives everything a vintage, romantic look. This is the sepia faded to 50%. On the right? A good, old-fashioned, rounded-corner 1960s treatment.
Here is a treatment called Orton-ish, faded to 50. It sort of softens and intensifies your subject. And then Cinemascope (except that I removed the letterbox feature). I like the graininess of of it.
HDR-ish is fun and though this is just the deafult, you can increase it until it almost just looks like a drawing. On the right is Lomo-ish faded to 50. It softens and brightens.
So, my first shot was, sorta blah. Not properly lit, cheap camera. But what I was really seeing in my mind’s eye?? THIS ::
Yes. Bright, lovely. Words and happy stickers!
And on that note ::
There are so many fun things you can do. Someday, when I actually have time, I will pay for the version where you can add a hundred photos at once. With the free, you can only upload 5 at a time and only use certain features, but that is all I have time for right now, anyway. Try it! It is fast and easy! SUPER fun!!
I call it photoshop for dummies because even I can use it.
Me and Dave and Tara and her Dave with Hunter (plus another on the way); Stephanie and Tristan and the little K-kids, Gavin, Guini, and Gemma; Tredessa and probably Ryan (shhhh, top secret); Rocky and Jovan and their girlies, Averi and Amelie; Stormie and her house.
Then there is Joe and Robin and Elise and now Matt; and Ross and Christiana and Corbin.
You’ve got Tim and Julie and their three great boys, Zach, and Seth and Caleb.
Tami and Gerron, the cool ones.
And Danny and Dawn and Jordan and Alise and new baby Brody; Jared and Austin and all who are to come.
5 kids, 15 grandkids and 7 greats so far. You’re on a roll!
Psalm 128
A Pilgrim Song
1-2 All you who fear God, how blessed you are! how happily you walk on his smooth straight road!
You worked hard and deserve all you’ve got coming.
Enjoy the blessing! Revel in the goodness!
3-4 Your wife will bear children as a vine bears grapes,
Everybody has been posting pictures of their kids on the first day of school. I happened across this little framed print in the closet the other day. It’s from 20 years ago. Stephanie-Tredessa-Rocky on their first day of, I think, 1st grade, 3rd grade and 4th. And Tara was already off to middle school and Stormie was an afternoon Kindergartner…I think. It has been awhile. New backpacks and tennis shoes and apparently some sunglasses I got on a deal?? Haha. Wow, I adore these little faces!
And the ones they have now.
Wait…maybe it was 2nd, 4th and 5th? No, then Stormie would have been in first and in the picture, “Remember, we don’t like school, we LOVE school.” – Stormie’s 1st grade maxim.
“Adoption means you grew in your mommy’s heart instead of her tummy.” Author: Unknown
The Powers Family Journey
Dave and Tara got married in September of 2003. They were going to wait 5 years or so to have a baby because of all the traveling and plans they had. But **sUrpRisE!** They got pregnant 5 months later with Hunter Magoo. He was born 3 weeks early in October of 2004. And a joy he is!
When he was 2 1/2 or 3, they started thinking about adding to their family. As time went along, their curiosity was picqued about the hold up. Getting pregnant the first time had been a breeze. A physical exam did reveal a serious condition for which Tara went through surgery. We thank God it went well and she was whole again – pregnancy would soon follow, we felt certain.
But this is God’s story and we cannot wait to read the next chapter!
Dave and Tara and Hunter have decided to choose the next baby or small child. They have started their plans, filling out papers, having the home study, all the things needed to prepare for a new member of the family.
Remember those little wax bottles? You’d bite off the “cap” suck the 1/16 teaspoon of colored water out and then chew the wax – because gum was not always available? They still have those!
We did not dig in the dirt today.
The pool is still up. But today we officially started Pre-K for Gemma May. Once a week with Nonna and every day with mommy and daddy. She and I have been hanging out pretty much all year, but “school work” was mostly “playing school” and making crafts! Good times. Today she came with her backpack and school supplies, so grown up and so ready to read! First order of business? She made a “family’ of butterflies.” “Mommy and daddy, Gavin and me and then Guini! There we are. We are flying!”
The speed of life has at least doubled since my kids were young. And quadrupled since I was. It really does fly. A gazillions miles per hour!
Arriving in Chicago on a Friday night. We get real Chicago-style pizza near Midway Airport where planes fly just above our heads. Near the south shore in Hobart there is a wedding rehearsal with the other half of the family. We will all gather for a celebration of a new marriage on Saturday.
BBQs at Dan and Dawn’s, corn-holing competitions, waffle-ball in the backyard. Even the matriarch and patriarch got into the games! There was the beach at Lake Michigan and driving the old neighborhood. Remember 4995 Roosevelt Place and all the baseball dings in the side of the garage from the 3 Moslander boys? Oh, they are still there. Our giant spruce is nearly dead now, but there is the house, the one we all finally lived in together before growing up and moving away began. Schools and businesses and streets we travelled. A Vienna Red Hot at The Village Shopping Center. I could still smell J C Penney’s even though it hasn’t been there now for almost 20 years. My first real-life job was there.
Once green-grass, established neighborhoods with distinct ethnic identities, houses where people had lived for over 40 years in a thriving steel-mill industry and could be counted upon , like clockwork to be edging their perfect lawns at exactly 6:15 pm every Wednesday evening now have the signs of transience at best. Bars on inhabited house windows, boarded up openings on empty, beautiful brick homes on hills. You can buy a million-dollar Denver-type home there for $15,000, cash. So says the hand-written cardboard sign. The city waits to be revived.
But we remember our life and times.
And the vivid colors come flooding back and our hearts are warm in the remembrance. These were good times and good places. This is where we finished growing up and where our parents had to let us go. There are altars in every direction, signs that point to God’s faithfulness in our lives.
Jordan and Alise start their life as husband and wife. We dance and eat and make merry. We see old friends and catch up on 30 or so years.
Joe and Robin and their family couldn’t come this year. We are remembering them always, bringing them up constantly, missing their presence…
The boys wrestle and play pool and work out to get pumped up. I give my mom a perm, which, though a bit kinky to begin with, of course, turns out just fine. I get lots of time with Averi & Amelie Belle and they are truly the “belles of the ball!”
Southlake Worship Center – home church
We got to attend church at Southlake on Sunday. So sweet. More on that later. But Pastor Sam Abbott and congregation welcomed us fully. Rocky and Tara led worship, with a small acoustic, all-family band. It was lovely.
Back to Chicago
On Tuesday there is a trip into the city: Navy Pier at Chicago. Then an authentic Puerto Rican meal to. die. for. at Tami and Gerron’s church, provided by some ladies of the congregation. Sitting on the front stoop at the church, we get a taste of a busy Chicago neighborhood. The sounds, the smells, the accents – colorful and unique. Tami and Gerron are perfect there.
Before we part we have our standard Family-Mass, a time of worship and fellowship around Him whose mark on our lives keeps us one, Jesus Christ. It is informal, it is easy. I wish it really could be captured in a way everyone could experience it. Somehow, we just blend. We just are :: The Moslanders. The descendants of Ross and Norma Moslander, 4 generations of us, declaring God’s faithfulness from one generation to another.
In all my dad pastored in Des Moines, the Davenport, then a short time in Cedar Rapids, and a short time in Robert, Louisiana before we got to Gary, Indiana. I kinda call it home and Dan and Dawn are still there. And with all of us there, it felt like home. But home really is where my mom and dad are.
These are just a few of the moments, especially dedicated to my mom.
I saw you wearing your bright turquoise “Are you IN?” Northern Hills Church t-shirts and you were so young and beautiful (I’d seen you in the hallways at church) I didn’t think we were really in your league, but I passed Wrex and said,
“Yes. We’re IN.”
Then you called out to us. And Stef, you won my heart wholly when you said, “You’re Tredessa’s mom: I want to be just like her when I grow up.” Of course I adored you both right away.
Then you helped birth Heaven Fest. You just came right in and became a part of this whole crazy thing. And we never want to do it without you…not ever!
Then you just became part of the gang, family parties and holidays and even let me be there when Baby Sawyer came along, just a little less than a year ago. And you helped me make our grandbebe Christmas cards and wrote us songs and just made yourselves a place deep in our hearts.
Then you had to leave.
There you are in Texas until the new job gives you permanent placement. Could be far, far away. Or closer. But it won’t be at the corner so close by, the place you were so near. We’re so proud of you for your courage to follow Father Abraham in a faith adventure with God – just going out into the holy wild to follow His plan, in faith believing. I know it is being credited to you as righteousness. We are so proud that you have made choices setting you up to know Him more, to follow Him more closely, to be His more wholly and to be and do all He has for your lives. And you have gone together, as one with Baby Sawyer. You are a family, full of love and hope.
So I hope you have left behind fears and tears and broken things. I hope you know it is good to leave behind old baggage and unfinished projects and half-grown gardens. Because this is from God, a fresh start in a new place. It is God and it is good.
We will always hold you close
Just know that we treasure you for the gift you were to us while you were here and you will never be replaced. Your generosity and kindness, your willingness to bear our burdens and laugh with us, too, have given you place in our hearts, in our home, around our table and in the familia.
O, um…found in drafts…and just a week or 2 or so late. :)
So, we met, August 1978 in Minot, ND. And we flirted, but there were other things/people/stuff (??, as if).
Then I moved back home and we wrote letters, mostly in the summer, but there were lots of sweet letters over the course of 2+ years. I love that you kept all of mine and wish I had kept yours, too.
Then I moved back to Minot and we flirted some more, but you were unavailable.
This is Dave preaching in chapel at Northwest Bible College just a few weeks before we started dating. This is Tara and I just a couple of weeks later.
Then, when I thought you were still unavailable (right after your graduation), you asked me over to watch a Rock Hudson movie. And you sort of made your availability known.
It was NOT Rock’s best movie (“Man’s Favorite Sport”). But it turned out to be a fun night, anyway. I think there was some Barry Manilow involved…
And we hung out late nights after you got off the radio (KHRT) and you’d call me at the office frequently. Or drop by – pretty much a lot. And it was a whirlwind.
And 3 weeks later, you said you wanted to marry me. And surprisingly your family thought that was fine. Mine was on the fence, but after they met you, they liked you better than me, anyway.
And 59 days after the first date that I didn’t know was a date, we went to Wimbledon, ND and Dr. Gough married us. I was wearing my cousin Shellie’s dress and none of my family was there, but you were my new family: me and you and Tara.
My co-worker Elaina, had just thrown a whole bag of rice down my dress. Wimbledon, ND
And then we were us and we had a truckload of kids. A girl, another girl and then another. Baby dedications were regular celebrations! Finally got that boy before we gave him a baby sister. We lived all the way from Minot to Kokomo and then to Sioux City and then to Norfolk, NE, where we moved in June the year Stormie (who wrote us a sweet anniversary blog) had just turned one. Then we landed in Denver – home!
Look! Through relentless determination and commitment to the pursuit, we got a boy (baby number 4)!
I did my best to be the “sober” pastor’s wife I’d been charged to be when Dave was ordained. Not my best life’s assignment!.
And besides lots of kids, lots of life and love and wow-did we laugh and dream and grow??!!
Um, yeah. I don’t have any idea what this silly picture was about. My mom took it. It was the 80s.
And there were hard times, too, some disappointments and regret and times we were afraid we’d end up like everyone else.
Me with baby number 3; Dave with baby number 3 (July 1983)
But we made our choices and did them on purpose, together. It was always all about together. And then we didn’t end up like everybody else. It was waaaaaaaaay better.
And we made it. We did! We beat the odds together. Just like the Shania Twain song.
And I love you still.
Happy Anniversary, honey.
est. 1981
NOTE TO YOUNG MARRIEDS: Try to get in pictures together. You are all doing well with the arm shot in this digital age, but be sure when you look back over 30 years of pictures that you are not just seeing mom with all the kids or dad with all the kids over and over and over. And yes, I am speaking from experience!
With a sign the kids made us when they “decorated” our yard late one night. Sweet.
NOTE: The “graininess” was from the photos being in their album covers. Shoulda took them out, I guess.
The kitchen is drenched is sweeteness and chocolate today.
The Phipps fam is leaving us. Moving to Texas for 3 months before settling where the new job will place them. We are helping Stef & Wrex make yummies for their dessert (as in, they are “deserting” us) party tomorrow. There will be cotton candy, Krispie Treat Toodle-oos on sticks, Cake Pop Bon-Bon Voyages, Farewell Fruit Kabobs and way too many other wondrous {extreme sweet} delectibles.
Never one to skimp on style, Stef is directing a myriad of projects in both the cuisine and decor-style arenas.
Wrex intermittently breaks out into one of his greatest song hits, any one of the number of birthday songs he and Stef wrote and he performed for us. Makes the day interesting.
It is her birthday. And I love that girl. Who also happens to actually be a woman in her possibly mid-40s now, who is beautiful, accomplished and fun. Wish I could hang out with her more. She is a woman I admire with my whole heart.
Tami & my little brother, Tim, at the Moslander Family Reunion in June. Not a wrinkle on her face nor a gray hair on her gorgeous head of hair. She is a beauty inside and out.
The Phipps Fam.
They are leaving us. They have accepted a new job which first will take them to Texas for 3 months, then to a yet-to-be-named location which will not be here after that. And we love them so much. And Brighton seems a little less home already because they are not at the corner I have so often passed and on the farm land where we took Nativity pictures and enjoyed a summer feast with horseshoes and where Tre once lived, too. But for now, they are here, in the house with us. And that is good.
Just really so proud of them and thankful to God they came our way. And excited for their future. But **sniff, sniff** gonna miss them like the dickens!
The fruit of my labors.
The garden did not die while I was gone. Now to keep all of my post-Heaven-Fest promises. I actually have not labored much this year…yet. But it is time.
Guinivere.
She turned 6 the day of festival (all in her honor!). And I love her little heart, as well as her gentle eyes and drawing talent. She is my little Guini-Poo and after her Grandma and Paw-paw Kelley, who are visiting from Indiana this week (o, they are having such fun!), are gone, she and I will gather to make a Nonna-loves-Guini movie! Hers last year, was the first birthday video I ever did. I love this girl!