Sunday mornings in our home are big breakfasts, baths, (often) happy noises and inevitably the last minute panic to get to church on time. It feels like I turn around to find the house in ruins. The table is full of dirty dishes and toys are scattered all throughout the house (how and why?). I find damp towels forgotten, and the beds undone....but the kids are in their Sunday best and I know its all worth it. Only a few short hours later Sunday afternoons are calm and sweet.
Contax 645 I can't get enough black and white lately!