Remembering the Age of my Snow Camera

I was wondering yesterday, is it possible to walk outside, without a coat, into 32f, and say it is warm out?

For us Alaskans, I suppose it is, as we are seeing signs of spring! The snow is melting, ice is falling from the roofs like cannon shots; rivers are filling to their brims and all the roads are sopping wet. The grey days of winter are slowly fading into hide for next year, and spring’s sun is jumping up!

I wanted to remember my very first year of official photography and all the snowy scenes I’ve learned to capture in a trillion different ways; and share them with ya’ll!

Get ready for a major Winter Blowout!

This picture reminds me of C.S Lesis’ book, Till We Have Faces. Except I think of it as, Bald Face!


Soft, wet snow was gently dripping from branches and dear’s antlers. (Okay, I didn’t see the antler part… but, hey!)


Some of you’ll remember this beauty from an earlier blog post, “Winter photography (and funny stories!)”


Snowflakes from the ears.

Trying a mystical perspective, but I think we need hair extensions!

Trees really do make the best props!

Soft hair swinging with an equally soft breeze.


Golden cuties 🙂

Deciding whether I should eat this one as well or not.

This one is from earlier in 2018, when the snow was just starting to decend down to us.

Whistling winter tunes.

You might remember these from my very first blog post, “Backyard Winter Photo shoot.”

For Christmas, my sisters and I took some of the younger kids out to do a red-hatted and red-lipped photo shoot.

Light is often very dark during winter, so I had to borrow some from the iPad…

**No sisters were hurt in the making of this photo**

Tak’in on the world like…

This broken windo is the only remaining thing of a once house or shack on a wooden slab. It is embedded on a little sand barrier out in the middle of the river. During the winter, when all the water freezes or disintegrates, we’re bake to walk out on to it… and take pictures!!

Facing the unknown while others watch through a lense.

Faces of winter, that you can find in other blog posts of mine for the whole stories. 🙂

Ice coming down from the mountains, causing the rivers to freeze earlier in the year.

Thank you to Glorianna (left) for being my main model, and bearing with me in all my crazy ideas! Thank you so much Joy (right) (The Art of Life) for taking all the pictures of me and encouraging all my crazy looks and bad modeling!

Well, if you made it down this far, congratulations!! That was almost EIGHTY pictures of mine. I hope you enjoyed, and can now look foreword to some spring photography!

Thank you to The Eclectic Contrarian for this WINDERFUL IDEA!

Joy’s blog on WordPress at: https://life15.art.blog/

Thank you to ://bythemightymumford.wordpress.com ,for re-blogging so many of my posts so that others can experience Christ’s light! You hilarious personality and zeal for Christ makes your blogs an extream read and epic adventure worth every letter!

Thank you to Vanessa Williams for nominating me over and over for contests and challenges! You don’t know how sweet it is. https://livinglikeagreenolivetree.wordpress.com/

People of the Iditarod

Every photographer, no matter what their main passion is, has at least once tried street photography. March 2nd, was the day I actually first tried this approach. And I have to say, I absolutely LOVED it!! All the emotions, actions, bonds (etc) that you can capture through the lense is just amazing! You hardly think or notice anything else that is going on around you, while you became a real people watcher!

I was a bit hesitant at first, which is only natural. But then, there are cameras everywhere! We live in a time where phones are carried everywhere and the media is like a second world. People all over are constantly being captured on lenses. Besides, if you are at an event, people are going to be more focused on that than who’s videoing or snapping them!

Here are some cute moments I caught:

Some carry cameras, others hold phones; so long as we all get a shot at the dogs! 😀

Cheers from Japan! A lot of the mushers weren’t actually from Alaska, or even the lower forty-eight; the Iditarod bonds us al from all over the world!

The red caps

My kind of person! I know we Photographers will do plenty of crazy things for the photo, but just be careful on the turns girl!

The free ears weren’t the only thing causing smiles all around. 🙂
One of the angles I really enjoyed shooting were the helpers who held the dogs, and their expressions on what they thought. A lot of the teams were families; so I think this is probably was the musher’s daughter here, doing a good job.

The opening ceremony, the official start, and the entire race are covered by small news companies.

Gotta do anything to get that picture!


Daddy and son ♥️


The VIP Grandma taking advantage of her tag to get her little girl an up-close view of the doggies 😀
I believe we are supposed to be holding the dogs so they do not run away…



Much thanks to the CANADIAN military for coming out to keep the tracks well shoveled for us all!

Make sure you can see the whole race!


A most interesting view point.

Musher and daughter before the race

If you would like to know the history of the Iditarod, the routes, fun facts; how the dogs are treated, more pictures, and much more, be sure to check out my other blogs along with videos and links I inserted.

God Bless ya’ll and thank you so much for reading!

Dogs of the 2019 Iditarod

It is a common belief amongst those who do not know the Iditarod well enough, that the mushing dogs are abused. I wish to prove you wrong through my writing and photography. 🙂

If you’ve heard that the dog’s paws get cut, bruises, torn apart (etc), you can lay your worries to rest! The mushers make sure that each of their dogs are wearing botties, that keep the pads warm and protected. Also, these dogs aren’t running over sharp terrain; mostly snow or else the musher’s sled wouldn’t be able to stand the ride either. 🙂 The dog’s paws are continually checked and massaged and sometimes even bathed to assure they are comfortable and well taken care of.


“The dogs are forced to run!” If you have watched, or been to, the Iditarod, you’ll know that these dogs are BARKING like crazy!! You can barely keep them FROM running! In fact, it is the people who hold the dogs who are forced to run!

Some media has said, “The dogs are starving for attention.” Well, this is just not true! The mushers get so attached to their dogs, that if one very gets hurt or dies, they are heart broken and say that “…it’s just not the same if you don’t cross the line with all the dogs.” The mushers know all their dog’s names, even if their is over fifty; and before the race, they take time to whisper to and let each dog. At the check-points, the dogs are massaged until they are sleepy! All of the mushers and dogs are extrealmy attached— that includes mouth-to-mouth licking! And we all know, an animal will do whatever they can to make you pet them more, right?

The mushers never push their dogs, letting them run at their own pace and resting if that is what is needed. A few years ago, on guy was coming in first; but his dogs were just not able to keep up the past, so he didn’t push them…settling in for third. Their dogs are MUCH more important than the race. A lot of the mushers just do the race for the beauty of Alaska and the thrill of the solitude and bonding with the dogs.

Most people are used to seeing 20 pounds over weight house dogs. Mushing dogs are just very fit, just as Olympic athletes are; and the dogs are purposely bred small so they can run faster. A lot of them are also bred with greyhound, which are actually very thin dogs.

Now that we have those out of the way, shall we just enjoy a few pictures of these gloriously happy dogs? 😀

This mushing team chose green bibs for their team ‘decor’ this year.

Adorable colors are breed!

Love it when I tip the camera on an angle; the picture has more action in it.

Panting from excitement and frustration at being held still; the very thought!

Dog breath in the cold

LET US RUN! LET US RUN! LET US RUN!

Adorable eyes for his musher. The lead dog (s) are often bond most closely with the musher, and he/she with them.

Little muscle girl
The look on his face… Yessss paparazzi!

I would highly recommend this documentary on the history of the Iditarod. I watched it this week, and the stories behind are very interesting! Be ready to have tissues and a table to slam your fist on;

Auto Draft- Abortion from Keziah

People get angry when there’s a shootout at a school and they become sad, wondering what is happening to our nation. They wonder how people could be so evil and not have a heart. And yet, those VERY same people will go out the next day and have an abortion. I ask you: How is […]

Calling All Abolitionists (and those who want to be) — Keziah E.

North Star

Star so bright; star so white // Will you lead me home tonight?

I’ve been locked to these bitter walls/ These chains have bound, my ancestors for far too long

Oh star so bright; star so white // They say you’ll guide me home tonight

My back is red; flowing in passion // Husband of my heart; swing’in on the hang’in tree

Star so bright; oh star so white // Massa says you’re a curse at night

When the coco whistles, my babie’s, they’ll be free / No longer bound; under the sun

Star so birthright; star so white // The moon is shining in your light

My meal is running with worms // Oh from the day’s toil my shoulders do burn

The owl screeches, my babies are warm

Oh star, I am counting on you tonight

This poem is, obviously, about a slave mama during the 1800’s, waiting for the call of those in the woods who will guide her and her children to freedom, and the north. The slaves said, that if you look to the handle of the big dipper in the sky, you’ll find the North Star; and if you keep following it, it’ll guid you to freedom, the North.

Just like how the North Star guided slaves across states and captains through perilous seas, Jesus is waiting there to guid us through our lives. One day, the North Star may burn out, but Jesus is everlasting; with palms wide open for us to grasp and hold close as we walk; they’ll hold you so you can’t trip or fall.

I wanted to portray the Mother in my poem with my photography; however, I did not have the right makeup or editing tools to make Glorianna appear black; so I have tried a new approach, using an oil pant look after I have used all the makeup I could play with. The links will be below.

Her fingers were dark and stained after this, and the chains probably weighed five/ ten pounds; emagine thise dangling from single fingers!
I asked her to think of all the emotions and things that the Mother was going though in my poem, and put them onto her face. I really think Glory portrait it well.

Glory was very strong to not only bear with me as I took 50 pictures of her, but also to hold these truck tire chains up in the air!

As you can tell, I did not have the correct makeup to properly cover her arms and hands, and I had to use programmed makeup and contacts for the face. However, the emotion is still plain.

A birds nest, no longer used, was perched on a ladder.

The rope here, is supposed to portray the Massa’s whip.

Glory was holding the chains down by her waits here, but when zoomed in, it appears her wrists are tied.


Re-done in oil-paint
Here, I was able to use an app that almost could do the colors correctly, but i is very glitchy. Will link below. 🙂
Thank you so so much to The Art of Life for spending an hour editing this picture for me! It’s utterly amazing!
Thank you again Art Of Life for taking my idea and creating it!

The caption texts below the images are for you to know the stories behind the photography so that you can see how simple it is to use your own imagination!

My sister, The Art Of Life on WordPress: https://life15.art.blog/

For the face and contacts, I used the app, YouCam Makeup: https://www.perfectcorp.com/app/ymk

For the little bit of darkness added to the arms, neck and fingers, I used the Airbrush app: http://appairbrush.com/en/

For the oil paint and water looks, I used the app, Skin Tones, which can be found in the App Store.

For the darker skin, I used an app called Selfie Editor: https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/selfie-editor-face-cam-filter/id1056521360?mt=8

For the night sky and star, the app used is: http://www.photofoxapp.com/

You’re Killing Him

Oh curse these hands! / They didn’t heal you!

I had hoped we’de be happy; / But that dream’s too far gone

Lying in a pool of blood; / This gun in my hand. / I killed you with it

Can I take back what I see? / You broke my heart and now you’re gone…

I don’t know why I did it/ You shouldn’t have pushed! / But I was wrong to seek you out

I close the door – leaving the dark to engulf you in. / oh they find me. / Little demons ripping at my heart.

You stay where you are / Don’t come alive. Don’t seek me / I’ll only tear you…apart

I still love you, but I’ve seen what I have become / I’ll change; so not to hurt / But it’s too late for us / Pack up your blood, and travel where you’ll be loved.

I won’t miss…you

It’s a lie

I often find myself writing things like this; I haven’t yet figured out why these works are called! Sometimes I have a vague idea of what I’m writing; but more often the words just flow from me and I don’t really know what I am writing. Afterward, when the flood is gone, I’ll look back over what I wrote, edit it, and then a story behind the words comes to my mind. I think that most of them are from God, as I feel I could ever write these on my own whim!

THE STORY BEHID THE WORK: The ‘writter’ is a woman, standing in a cement room with barred one window that lets blue light seep a little bit through. There is a metal door behind the woman who stands in full black leather…a pistol in her hand. At her feet is someone – a man- laying in his face, dark chrism pooling in a circle around him.

The woman comes from this story I read in Prepeairing to be A Healp Meet by Debi Pearl (link at end of post) and there was a woman who had torn her husband up and down with her words and attitudes until he decided to leave her. Long story short, he ended up finding another to love, who would treat him better.

So in my writing, the killer is a woman, who, represents a wife who has ‘killed’ her man by the words she used.

“Oh curse these hands!” She was supposed to be his helper, to comfort and, we’ll, help him and build him up. But she never used this great gift for him.

“Little demons riling at my heart.” Was originally going to be the police seeking her out; but then I decided it to be memories of what she’s done and the guilt.

“You stay where you are / don’t come alive….” She does not want her man to come back to her; she knows that though she has changed, she wants him to go some where else and be loved. By someone else who will not make the same mistakes that she did and ruin him again.

“I still love you…” Though she loves him desperately, it is the same story as above. She promises to change, but just cannot take the risk of him coming back to her again.

“Pack up your blood….” He has another that will love him; and the woman encourages him to do so. Though she will be angry at him, she just does not want to hurt the man again; let another do what she never did.

I was leaning up against shelves of folded tank tops in Walmart, pushing the shopping cart slightly back and forth with my toe; trying not to look too crazy with TEN loafs of bread, FOUR jugs of milk, SIX dozen eggs, FOUR cases of water (the pipes are full of rust from previous earthquakes.) and a thousand other items that stacked well above the cart while I waited for my Mom to come…. with the second cart. (Struggles of a large family 🙈) An old, bending man came down the isle I was in; pushing his heavy wife in her wheelchair – and a full shopping cart in the other hand! He was rushing around grabbing all the things his wife demanded for him to grab or for her to look at. I was thinking about how sweet this man was, specially as he seemed to be in more pain than his wife in the shopping cart! but I was shocked, his wife was yelling at him and constantly berating him, telling him that he never did anything right and how (litteraly) stupid and irritating he was! She was acting like SHE was better than him and he was stupid. (Often the view of men these days) He husband was being so sweet and not uttering a sing word the interest time, but just going back to the same shelve five times or more until the woman dedcided exactly what color she wanted. I really wanted to just go up to her and say, “If you spent less time trying to fix your man, and just enjoy him for who he truly is; you’ll both be so happy!” Regretfully, I let fear overcome me and I wanted them both leave. I waited for another ten minutes before mom came, in guilt at having missed such an obvious moment form God; then asked him to forgive me and somehow let that woman know the truth!!

Serksuly, nothing more needs to be said; If you STOP trying to FIX you man, and just ENJOY him for who he IS; then you’ll both me SO much more happy! Please, notice how sweet your man TRULY is ladies! It’s always irking me the way society treats men these days; they really are truly trying! Let’s not murder them with our actions and words, and use these hands that were placed in their’s that white day. 🙂

And now some of my photography of Dad (sense I’m not married lol) to express this post….

While openair preaching, Dad takes a break to pray for words

At a whole town event, doing some Christian rap to reach those crazy kids out there!

Two day preaching trip in New Orleans. Boy was that car a sweaty place to sleep in!!

A weekend preaching trip in New York

Praying in Alaska before a teaching video

Love you Dad!

Preparing to be a Help Meet: http://nogreaterjoy.org/blogs/preparingtobeahelpmeet/book/

No Greater Joy: https://nogreaterjoy.org/

New Orleans Preaching Trip: https://youtu.be/HXlMY3cXJK0

Speak Life: https://youtu.be/ZeBv9r92VQ0

Thank you for taking the time to read ya’ll!

~My Life as a Photographer

Black and White

My world is black and white

Like an only fashioned reel, my world does spin

All else’s colors fade from view

The only ones remaining in my world is crimson

Where are you light? Why are you only white?

Shall I lay down and be dissolved?

Or does my hope set somewhere else?

Speak to me, grains in the film

Where should my heart lie tonight?

I’m sorry, black and white photography remind me of aloneness and fear…

…But that’s when I learned God has ALL the sunshine!


Though you are never alone…know why?
This was literally me standing in the bathtub, on my tipp-toes and getting my face frozen to the frosty window!

My sister was actually just talking and I had my camera and photographer’s eye on. 🙂
Adobe Photoshop made this photo look like a water colored painting in a canvas. 🙂
See my previous blog post, You Know Better Than I, to see this photo, and other from this shoot, in full color. I also did a blog on White Light Photography. So check it out!

You Know Better Than I

With graceful fingers he perfectly sculpted the nose to do everything that would keep our lungs beating, pumping the oxygen he also created through the blood and to our heart. With his p mouth he pushed his very own breath into the start of humanity.

Watching, with of so much love He knew they wouldn’t ever grasp, God looked apon the very start of the human race; look forward to spending eternities with his most prized possessions.

Look, if this dude literally created us from a rib and dust, with His own fingers, then can’t he plan our destinies?

We are always so worried about what our futer will hold, and how to get there and accomplish our life’s calling. Why can’t we put our very lives into the palm that held our heart on Day One?

We get upset when things in our life don’t go the way that we want; when we cannot understand what’s happening, or see things in the world that bother us and make us question our creator. While you should totally have questions; just think of this- if God was wise enough the create every vein to do its biddding, the sun to be the perfect distance away from the earth so that life will perfectly grown; the eyes are more complicated than a while octopuse— He created this very body that you are living; can’t He, for Pete’s sake, know what He’s doing with His world, and YOU?

Find more answers in the captions below some of my photography that expresses God’s creation and perfection.

“Will not the Judge of all the earth do right?”

-Genesis 18:25

“He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. 
That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.“ -Romans 8:27-28

God knew what he was doing from the very beginning. He decided from the outset to shape the lives of those who love him along the same lines as the life of his Son. The Son stands first in the line of humanity he restored. We see the original and intended shape of our lives there in him.”
-Romans 8:28-29

“After God made that decision of what his children should be like, he followed it up by calling people by name. After he called them by name, he set them on a solid basis with himself. And then, after getting them established, he stayed with them to the end, gloriously completing what he had begun.”
-Romans 8:30

“So, what do you think? With God on our side like this, how can we lose?” -Romans 8:31

“If God didn’t hesitate to put everything on the line for us, embracing our condition and exposing himself to the worst by sending his own Son, is there anything else he wouldn’t gladly and freely do for us?”
-Romans 8:32

“And who would dare tangle with God by messing with one of God’s chosen? 
34 Who would dare even to point a finger? The One who died for us – who was raised to life for us! – is in the presence of God at this very moment sticking up for us.”
-Romans 8:33-34

“Do you think anyone is going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ’s love for us? There is no way! Not trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger, not homelessness, not bullying threats, not backstabbing, not even the worst sins listed in Scripture: 
They kill us in cold blood because they hate you. We’re sitting ducks; they pick us off one by one. 
None of this fazes us because Jesus loves us.”

-Romans 8:35-37

“So, what do you think? With God on our side like this, how can we lose?”

-Romans 8:31 

What Valentine’s Day is Like for a girl With a Purity Ring

When I was little, Valentine’s Day was all about making cards for my friends, (boys included, because we were just little.) and siblings. I would look foreword to this day with anticipation; spending hours in glitter glue, feathers, paper and powdered glitter. Red, pink, purple and yellow swirled around me as I was lost in the joy of finding the perfect words to describe the person to whom the card belonged. I use to say that every Valentine’s Day seemed to only get better!

Then there was the year we were too poor to afford all the valentine materials. So we “skipped” that year. Then another and another…then we moved, so I didn’t have any new friends. (Changed countries!) When I finally did make friends, I was 13 (seriously girl!) and made some for my friends; though I felt too shy and awkward to hand them out—good thing!

Now I’m 16, and because I’ve decided to not date, waiting for the man God has for me; I’m alone on valentines. ( which is awesome cause I get all the chocolate to myself and get the entire bed while I watch a movie) While hearts are flying, and people a’kissing, I’m eating cupcakes alone. Well, not entirely alone. My siblings are all here; so I’m working to make memories for them, like the ones I had.

I feel, as a child, Valentine’s Day is so innocent and fun. We can have candy and cards without poeple singing “sit’in in a tree!” When we become teenagers, this heart day can eather be a super romantic day, a day to finally tell your crush you like him/her, or it can really suck because no one likes you. But, eh, for those of us who aren’t wanting to spend all day kissing and giving ourselves away— we’ll eather hide with a red pillow, stuffing our faces with over-priced chocolate or; hang out at home, making memories for others, like I am. 🙂

Please do not think that I am one of the many, today, morning singleness! In fact, I am rejoicing! I am very happy to be spending my life with the one who will never let me down; never leave me, brings me flowers every day!, Has a new and different gift at every turn, will never use me unrightly. Wrote me love letters that never get old and have more power than anyone else! He loves me exactly the way I am and look, thinks I’m beautiful every day and never tires of me! He is my rock and soul comforter, and, oh so much more! God is my very closest friend, and laying my purity is his palm, I am not only saving myself from som much and a girly for the one He has for me; I am honoring the one I love the most! Even if I never marry, or do, I am ultimately living for the one who DIED for me, and I could never love or repay him back enough, so living my life fully for God each day is the only thing I can do! Of course, He doesn’t want us to repay Him, it was a free gift! but I love Him so so much that I can’t help but want to please Him! Just as two lovers are interested in everything of each other and want to make the other happy and are compleatly content in their arms, so am I in the arm’s of the One who will never ever leave or forsake me!

Here is a series of photos from other photo shoots (that you can find in my other blogs) that all have hearts. 🙂 I hope you enjoy this little bit of love from my camera and I. 💜









Happy because I don’t have to spend extra money on a boy and know the One who truly loves and adores me and spending time with my crazy self! 😁 😜

Thanks to PhotoRus and PicCollage, I can make this transformation! 🥰

My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” -Psalm 73:26

Key to the Soul

Whenever we wonder what is happening inside them, we look to the eyes. Eyes are the window to the souls. While the mouth may say one thing, the eye will betray with a flick of innner emotion. Watch as these pictures reflect the eye of the beholder…

Alaska man… when it is so cold outside, breath becomes frost.

When you, a Photographer, want to capture the subject’s eyes and emotions; you don’t neccisarily have to zoom right up into their face, or ask them to portray a certain emotion. Just take the picture, then later, edit and zoom up into the face (as I’ve done with all the photos here) to focus more on the eyes. Real, non propped emotion, will show through more real than ‘forced’.

This was totaly unposed! Bella walked up behind me, and I just “snapped.” Now this is one of my most loved photos…because it displays an emotion through the eyes.
Photographers do not like shadows, but I play with them. Even though there is a lot of other things in background, Hosanna’s eyes are so big they draw you in; thus making the photo.
This was taken when I first got my Canon, and didn’t know how to focus on both subjects. Though, despite the background disturbance, I think this photo really focuses on his eyes. (And charming smile)
I can’t help but just stare at this photo—those are REAL lashes and REAL eye color! 💜
The very first day I ever wore makeup…Do my eyes tell how joyful I am to be able to cover up acne??
She wanted to be a snow queen. How could I resist those eyes?!
All attitude and fire…captured through the key to her soul. (The Art of Life)
While most newborn photos are of the entire baby, I wanted to try a zoom. Now, that Zephaniah is three months old, I think his eyes described his thoughts of his first twelve-hours in the world! 😀
Hey, who says you can only capture human eye?? This screaming adorable photo qcredit goes to The Art of Life (on WordPress)
p.s Mocha was only doing “big eyes” cause she wanted the camera.:D
A raw photo; beautiful, dirty nails and all.

So, did my photos tell stories through the eyes? If they did, I hope I inspired you to “capture eyes.” It really is very easy, not as hard as it may seem or sound. You don’t have to blur everything around the subject’s eyes, or have some high-tech-zooming-lens…just take the picture, and edit or manually zoom in on you device—or leave the photo the way it is. Either way, the eye will always speak.

“The eye is the lamp of the body. So, if your eye is healthy, your whole body will be full of light, but if your eye is bad, your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light in you is darkness, how great is the darkness!” -Mathew 6:22-23

~My Life as a Photographer