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Get Your Technology On

Here’s a quick and dirty list of tech-ish things [apps, links, plugins and general nerdy goodness] I discovered this week.  Get your technology on, yo.

Sketchboard — A visual sketch collaboration tool (that integrates with Slack!) for teams to sketch together in real-time. It is like a chat, but you solve problems visually like using a whiteboard. Awesome.

Inspr— Visually mock up an app design idea on your iPhone and share it with friends.

Narro— This app creates a podcast from the stuff you meant to read this week but didn’t. Cut and paste a link, and wah-lah…a nice lady voice reads your articles to you while you walk or drive.

Nuzzel — Make sure to stay on top of what people in your network are sharing on social media with Nuzzel. Especially cool if you use lists to organize your social media connections, Nuzzel makes it easy to know what matters to your networks.

READ MORE: App Love for the Week of November 23rd

Live in the Sunshine

IMG_6374.JPGThe sun is shining today and my vitamin D deprived body is grateful. It’s snowing  in lots of other places, so I drank it in and drove with the window rolled down.  It’s the little things.

“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air…”-Emerson



Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.

C.S. Lewis


Did you hear that winter’s over? The basil
and the carnations cannot control their

laughter. The nightingale, back from his
wandering, has been made singing master

over the birds. The trees reach out their
congratulations. The soul goes dancing

through the king’s doorway. Anemones blush
because they have seen the rose naked.

Spring, the only fair judge, walks in the
courtroom, and several December thieves steal

away, Last year’s miracles will soon be
forgotten. New creatures whirl in from non-

existence, galaxies scattered around their
feet. Have you met them? Do you hear the

bud of Jesus crooning in the cradle? A single
narcissus flower has been appointed Inspector

of Kingdoms. A feast is set. Listen: the
wind is pouring wine! Love used to hide

inside images: no more! The orchard hangs
out its lanterns. The dead come stumbling by

in shrouds. Nothing can stay bound or be
imprisoned. You say, “End this poem here,

and wait for what’s next.” I will. Poems
are rough notations for the music we are.




These are some shots from Kelsey’s Senior photo session.  Isn’t she lovely.  See the rest of the set here.

Good Advice, Cool Typography

Action is the antidote to despair. - Joan Baez

Action is the antidote to despair. – Joan Baez

seeing sara b.

Went to see Sara Bareilles Sunday night with my friend Jenn, her hubby Brian and friend, Nicolette.  Had some dinner at Free State Brewery and then took in the concert next door at Liberty Hall in Lawrence, KS.   Cary Brothers opened for Sara and he was warm, funny and really connected with the audience.  His performance was spot on and set the stage perfectly for Sara.   I wanted to write a detailed post befitting the performances of the evening, but I don’t have the words.  It was just what live music should be.  It captured every single person in the room.   Baby grand piano, string bass, stellar musicians in her band combined with her Sara-ness just made it a night to remember.  If you haven’t purchased Kaleidoscope Heart yet, go do it.  It is an album to enjoy over and over from start to finish.  Not just a bunch of singles.  Sara is a real musician and a gifted performer.   Her love for her art is apparent throughout and it was just. so. awesome.  What a great night!!  A highlight was a Radiohead cover they did together Nice Dream.  Good stuff.

amazing grace

gracieThis is my friend Grace who I first photographed in August. She is such an adorable sweet girl.  I needed to get a few more portrait shots of her for a wall photo her mom wanted.  This windy fall day gave us a great backdrop and my 85mm lens was the right choice.  She’s amazing.

meet the O’Briens

Yesterday I did a shoot with my new friends….Kelly, Stacey, Ian and Alec O’Brien.  So fun hanging out with you guys.  THANK YOU for letting me be your photographer.  It was a blast.  kh

writing life-monday inspired

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will find them gradually, without noticing it, and live along some distant day into the answer. ~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

I love paper and pens and sketching and writing and I am always searching for just the right journal to inspire me to faithfully write inside it every single day.  But here’s my trouble…and maybe you can relate…I have found the right journal [always a moleskine] and the right pen [Sigma Micron, preferably black .5mm] but it doesn’t fix the problem, and the problem is me.  Maybe you have had a similar experience.  The reason is probably different for every person, but I have identified some of my own issues with keeping a daily journal.  It’s not that I don’t love to write or like sharing stories.  I write every single day.  Sometimes my stories are contained in emails to the people close to me or here on my blog, though I even struggle to do that because I always feel as though I should be saying something helpful or important and often I have no idea what that might be.  So with emailing and blogging, etc. by the end of the day I can pretty much feel like it’s all been said, that is, if it even occurs to me to journal.  Because most of the time, when I think of escaping to my journal, I am feeling an extreme emotion…I’m angry, or I’m sad.  So I go write it all out…and then return to it a couple of days later and read the rantings of a mad woman and then I want to hide it.  Burn it.  Something. Anything so no one will ever happen upon it accidentally and think I was channeling Sylvia Plath or worse.

The thing is, some of the things most precious to me written things.  I still have the journal from camp where I reached out to God in the midst of a lof of pain and confusion and found Him there.  I was 12 years old at the time.  And when my daughter went to the same camp at the same age, I was able to share it with her.  I had proof in the form of paper and ink that I understood.

I have a book that I bought for my Dad to fill out [never actually expecting him to do it] about his life story, and I have his handwritten entries there to read.  His stories and his thoughts are precious to me now that he is gone.  I have notes my Grandpa wrote to me when I was in college.  He is gone, too…but his words still comfort and encourage me.

I am a photographer, so often times my stories are kept in pictures, but I am a storyteller above all things, and sometimes words are necessary.  But my failure to do this faithfully for so long has always kept me from beginning again…until recently.  Disciplines are not my thing.  Mostly because I try to do them the “right way” and either I am too A.D.D. to manage that or I hate it and I give up.  But in the last few years I have discovered that I just have to find the ways that work for me.  And I think I may have found my own answer for failure to journal.  It is a two-part solution.  The first part being this cool new tool called Oh Life! It is ridiculously simple and that is what makes it so awesome.  You subscribe and it sends you an email at 8pm every evening.  You reply to that email and that is your journal entry for the day.  Bam.  It also shows you what you wrote the day before if you are curious or want to read it again.  The second part is the Ignatian Prayer of Examen.   There are several ways to practice this kind of prayer, but for me it starts with the question “Where did I see God today?”  So when I don’t know what to journal, this practice is what I write about.  It’s not a gratitude journal.  Although I have often found myself grateful.  The Prayer of Examen is primarily the spiritual exercise of noticing, remembering and seeing with spiritual eyes the events of your day…the intention isn’t justifying, or rationalizing, or even interpreting events…the intent is to observe and remember.  To notice and to listen.  Here is a link to information about Ignatian Prayer

With these two tools, I am keeping a daily journal.

grace and peace, kh

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