Lake Light

Ahhhhh….

Just yesterday I got back from the most relaxing vacation.

Brad and I headed back east for his brother’s wedding, and ended up making a trip out of it.  We saw family.  We saw friends.  We hung out by the lake and ate until our pants were extremely tight.  We both have really big new projects coming up, so it was the perfect get away to gear us up for all of the hard work we have ahead.

But yesterday, we flew back to Los Angeles. We picked up our pup and gave her a bath.

And then we got right back to work.

So before I put on my work uniform today and get ready to head in for the twelve hours ahead of me (my bank account will thank me!!), I wanted to relive one little part of vacation.  I started scrolling through the hundreds of pictures I took on my phone.  And I was drawn to the photos that captured the amazing light at the lake.  How it poured through the trees.  How it dipped below the horizon.  How it glimmered and glowed and cast a golden haze over our lazy summer nights.

IMG_5851 IMG_5862 IMG_5903 IMG_5847It seemed like every evening I was inspired by the colors and the brilliance of the setting sun.  Maybe today I was drawn to these photos because it’s a chilly, gray morning. Maybe I’m missing the warm blanket of humidity and the relaxation of summer vacation.  Maybe I’m missing the quiet so thick that you can hear your own heart beating.

IMG_5947 IMG_5967 IMG_5966Maybe this week it’s back to reality.  But I found so much inspiration and beauty these past couple of weeks.  Now, I’m recharged and ready for all of the challenges ahead.

xoxo

 

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