With the baby right around the corner, school picking up and Ale working almost every weekend, we decided to take a few days off and go on a few out-of-the-ordinary adventures. Zoo Miami lent itself perfectly for some much needed quality time, entertainment and awesome pictures.
Last September we got the chance to visit the west coast for a Bible conference in Burbank, California. It was my first visit to Cali (Ale’s second) and like true tourists and photo enthusiasts, we made sure to capture every moment. It’s always so much fun for this Florida family blogger to get out of the most southern U.S and head north!! Here are a few of our shots…
During my time working at a medical office, one of my co-workers shared with me a small cut-out picture that hung on an old over-used cork board perpendicular to her desk. The picture seemed to be from a magazine or travel brochure, and at least a few years old. It was a picture of one of the most beautiful island I have ever seen. An island that would’ve likely made it’s debut in a late night travel show or on a list of top must see places around the world. There was glistening white sand, crystal clear water and a few sun kissed palm trees strategically arranged, as if they had rehearsed their pose for that single photograph. It was breathtaking and in a way magical.
Once in a while, during the most stressful of times at the office, my co-worker would stare at the small image for just a few seconds. Just enough to allow her imagination to take over and replace the reality of her day with a few minutes in paradise. She would take one look at the image on the cork board and it was as if a smile sprouted from within her and progressively made it’s way from her thoughts to her eyes and and down to her cheeks. It was something so un-natual to me but somehow, for that one moment the picture had the power to change her from the inside out. She became a different person. Not with different circumstances surrounding her, but with a new outlook on her circumstances. In a matter of seconds, the person she once was, transformed before my eyes.
I never truly understood how it happened until I found a cut out picture of my own….
Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle’s compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.