It must be love.

What Are These Fuzzy Things

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. – Kahlil Gibran

Guess what? I’m getting married this week!

I know I know. You’re confused because I already call Hubby my Hubby. It’s just a moniker I use for privacy’s sake (is my name even really Sonya!? Yes, yes it is), but he will officially be my hubby by the end of the week.

We’re having an intimate gathering in the mountains and I couldn’t be more excited. I understand it’s not the traditional way of things and it’s been kind of strange brushing off people’s disappointment… “Oh, you’re having a small wedding? Well, that’s OK too.” but it’s the only way I can imagine it happening.

I fall into that special camp of women that couldn’t give two shits about dress shape or flower arrangements or hors d’oeuvre choices. People find it shocking that I honestly never planned a “dream wedding” as a little girl.

I guess that’s something you do with a mom, but mine wasn’t around.

Come to think of it, I can’t say I dreamed about marriage much at all growing up. Maybe that’s the result of watching your father marry and divorce twice before you reach your teens. Maybe it’s the result of multiple step mothers telling you you’re a small, worthless girl with no potential. And a good slap for reinforcement.

Suffice to say that weddings, marriage, and strangely, divorce, all lost their charm a long, long time ago.

And I’m sad about that. Real sad. I wish I didn’t have all this shitty fucking life experience under my belt. But I do.

I wish I had a loving, dedicated mother to help me plan a big, delightful wedding. But I don’t. I wish I had a father who wanted to walk me down the aisle instead of shun me. But I don’t.

But somehow Hubby wants to marry me in spite of it all. Or maybe because of it.

And that, ladies and gentleman, must be love.

SoCal beauties. (A collection of flowers.)

The vegetation and flowers in Anaheim are breathtaking. With lots of SoCal sunshine, they grow and grow and grow.

With some free time between work meetings, I embarked on a little scavenger hunt to capture a few unique flowers.

All images taken with my phone and edited in VSCO Cam app for Android.

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The greenery and vibrance of Anaheim makes me strangely nostalgic for Seattle.

The Inspiration Files #4

An important part of my daily workflow is studying the work of other photographers. In this series, I’ll share with you five unique photos I’ve found across the digital universe. I hope these images will ignite inspiration within you to try new techniques, photograph new subjects, and push the boundaries of your comfort zone. But above all, to get out there and shoot!

Cheers, Sonya

A man only learns in two ways, one by reading, and the other by association with smarter people (Will Rogers).

 

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dots or stripes by SpacerJesusnet via Flickr

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Rob Woodcox via Tumblr

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Casey Liu via Flickr

World's Favorite Sport

vramak via Flickr

All my feels belong to you.

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This young man hasn’t developed motor skills yet, but he holds my heart in his hands.

My nephew, Ivan, has unlocked within me a new, dazzling kind of love I wasn’t sure existed. But it does exist, and it’s infinitely rich and deep.

But don’t jump to any conclusions - we don’t have baby fever yet (despite many encouragements to produce a cousin for Ivan!) The animal pack, work/traveling, friends, and church take up enough of our attention for the time being.

But that’s the lovely thing about priorities. Priorities are, by nature, made to be mixed, matched, and rearranged. That’s what we call, “going with the flow.”

Hubby is free and easy — far better at “flowing” than me.

I’m more of a slightly clogged shower drain.

We both want children sooner or later. Whether it comes this year or in five years… either way would be fine a blessing.

But when I look at this beautiful boy, it’s hard not to want one of my own. And that’s usually Todd’s cue to saunter in and shit on the rug.

Thanks Todd, for keeping me grounded.

I feel warm and fuzzy all over.

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I’m feeling very Goofy today… or maybe I’m feeling like Pooh. No, I’m not going through mood swings. We’re going to Disneyland!

I barely remember Disneyworld in Florida – my father brought my big brother and I as young ‘uns. Mostly I remember refusing to go on the big rides, and since I was too young to leave alone my brother didn’t get to go on the rides either. Ugh, now I feel really guilty. Like the time I ruined my brother’s 10th birthday surprise. Or the time I crushed his elaborate Lego contraption… But then I remember when he ran over me with his bike and I don’t feel so bad.

But I digress. Hubby and I are off to Anaheim and we are both very excited. And I do plan on going on the rides this time – even the rollercoaster.

Do they have beer in Disneyland?