Whirling Dirvish Photography

It’s a Thursday afternoon and I’m just home nuzzling with my babies while celebrating the freedom of being off work. Shae suggests something spontaneous, something fun, and something that makes me cry. ‘It’s not far, and we can drop the kids off with Meg in Fort Worth,’ he says. I see the wheels have been turning for a few weeks now, later I find, it’s actually been a few months. I say yes.

We spend roughly 24 hours heading up to Oklahoma City, sans kids, to pick up two new family members and celebrate a crazy ride that’s been going 6 years strong.

Count Fleur de lis and Lady Antabella will soon know the strong prescence of my camera. I’ll introduce properly soon enough. Right now we’re getting to know the two rescue frenchies and they’re getting to know us.

Retirement seems like such a concrete word, unless you’re Bret Farve, of course.

As most who visit know, I started this venture out of artistic impression. The wholesale venue added greatly toward the ability to have access to less mainstream materials and the peer connection will always be cherished. But, due to the growth and long-term desires of myself and my family, Whirling Dirvish Photography will be scaling down A LOT.

There will still be the occasional client post, to keep some professional sources, but mainly you’ll find what you’ve seen on here lately. A lot of verbal up-chuck by yours truly. Oh and some cute pics of my beebees!

If you are interested in a personal session please feel free to contact me, but the viewing galleries will be taken down and the best way to see our ability here is to rummage through the vast amount of cheese-fest family posts and pictures.

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“Mommmmaaaa!!!!”, she yells.

A glimpse of scattered tresses and worn in boots dash from my view. “MaryAnn, where are you going?”, silence, “MARYANN!” Crap. Why won’t she listen? 3.5 hours in the car warranted a glance at the opened bottle of wine.

“She’s in the house tree,” Mimi calls. “Oh ok, is it done?” I ask. “Yes, finally,” Mom offers. I promise myself a full glass of red when I returned from seeing the newest project.

As I veer across the hedge of 30 foot bamboo, I see a fireman’s pole, and a flood of memories drown in my throat. These moments seem to happen more frequently now as the babies are turning into kids and living similar experiences to my own.

I see us; all skinned knobby knees, blonde straw hair in a tangled mess, and imaginations running wild. Calling “King of the Fort!!”, as we slide down the pole. Meggie, pushing Sarah on the tire swing and the reprimand for her over enthusiasm. Our friends painting their names in the plywood and the innocence of ‘BFF’.

The tree-house that had once been mine is now something new. After wear, tear, and weather the old girl was voted unsafe for grandbabies and renovated to something I saw in my conjured up fairytale realm. With a squeal almost escaping my throat I joined in with Mimi, Daddy, PapaRed, Boo, Trace, and Mawj to play “King of the Fort!” once more.

I wanted to share with you a journal entry that I had privately written down. I NEVER share, but this new imagination station deserved a little stroll down memory lane for myself, and my family. I know we all had those places, be it inside or out, that we went to for escape and peace.

My name is Harper Jones, and I’m sucpiscious of my 21 month old’s drinkin’ problem. I knew stashin’ beers under the bed was comin’, I just didn’t expect it this soon.  :)

To explain: Our son likes his stuff in order. If he feels like a condiment, spice, beverage, et al, isn’t fitting in the fridge he’ll glady remove it and proceed to hide it in creative places…. like my shoes…. or under our bed….. or in this case his own….

BTW: He’s fond of dark amber ales and hoppy IPA’s.

We’ve got a slightly less expensive Fall 2010 wardrobe hitting the runway in Beaumont, TX. You can catch all the latest and greatest trends at the Jones house of fashion!!!

Our very own MaryAnn Jones will debut her own wish-I-could-wear-this-every-day-style and the latest craze… THE MOMMA & DADDY STYLE!!! (aka St. Anne’s uniform!!)

Plaid is in…. I mean all the stars are wearin’ it…. Why shouldn’t we????