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Blooms, Babies & Brides

I haven't finished editing the photos from this shoot yet but my blog was feeling a bit lonely and in need of some cheery colour.



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Childhood Unplugged

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Head over here to see what the rest of the CU gang are up to this month.


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I totally suck when it comes to writing about my feelings. So instead I will quote my favourite band, Iron and Wine. This is from a song I've come to refer to as my 'Fox song'. It's one of those songs that makes you feel like the lyricist has somehow been inside your mind, plucked out a thought or feeling and magically transformed it into words. OK, so it's not the most profound, poetic masterpiece ever written. Far from it. But in a way that's why its so perfect.

Also, am I the only weirdo that has assigned songs to their children? I've always wondered. 


This song is aptly named 'Joy'


Deep inside the heart of this troubled man
There's an itty bitty boy tugging hard at your hand
Born bitter as a lemon but you must understand
That you've been bringing me joy

And I'll only lie when you don't want the truth
I'm only frightened cause you finally gave me something to lose
And it's as loud as a thunderclap and you hear it, too
But you've been bringing me joy

Deep inside the heart of this crazy mess
I'm only calm when I get lost within your wilderness
Born crooked as a creek bed and come to confess
That you've been bringing me joy

When I'm alive I'm living for you
Another blue bird dying but singing the blues
And it's a heartfelt silly sort of bumbling tune
About how you're bringing me joy



And in case you're interested, you can listen to it here.