Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Passports Ready

Passports

We have less then a month until we go on our mission trip to Botswana. Last week we had our first meeting with the other members of our team, read Jamie's blog for more about the meeting. I think I may have been volunteered to be the official photographer for the trip, not that's a bad thing (big smile). There is no way that I'm going to a country that I have never been to without my camera, wait I don't go anywhere without my camera. I'm looking forward to seeing what God has planned for us and the best part is that Jamie and I will be together. I can't describe how it feels to know that I'll be sharing so many different opportunities with Jamie. She is my best friend, my business partner, and my soul mate. I love you Jamie.
Ken

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Monday, July 20, 2009

Scott Kelby's 2nd Annual Photo Walk

Saturday was the Scott Kelby's 2nd Annual Photo Walk. I was not able to attend the 1st Annual Photo Walk last year so I was not planning on missing it this year. We made it a family time event. Jamie, Lindsey and I signed up online a few days before the Photo Walk. The Friday before, I took Lindsey on a small photo walk around the block so she could get used to one of our backup cameras we loaned her for the Saturday Photo Walk. On Saturday, we woke up early and headed to Historic Roswell. Below are a few photos from the event. You can also check out Jamie's blog or Flickr for more.

Jamie and Lindsey

Spider

Glasses and Flowers

Blue Harley

Ken

Monday, July 13, 2009

Playing at the Park

Playing at the ParkYes, I know there is already a self portrait post in the"Assignments for Readers" category that was suggested by Dot. But here is another one from the other day when we met with friends at a playground for dinner. This could also fall under suggestion from Firefly to photograph Jamie without her knowing it, she is in the brown shirt in the back ground. :)


Ken

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Man's View of Adopting


Many of you may know that we are in the process of adopting a fourteen year old girl, but you may not know what adoption is like from a guy's point of view. I'm not a man of many words nor do I talk about my feelings very much but I'll try to shed some light on how a man's brain might process adoption.

When we first starting talking about adoption I thought, sure that might be kind of cool, but didn't really think much past that at the time. Men are not as emotional as women are so when Jamie would send me the links to the children online that were available for adoption I kinda skimmed through the link and that was about it. But Jamie would look at the pages and cry for them. Maybe it's because she more has more empathy than I do.

So there I was just going along with all the classes it takes for the adoption process, waiting for something to freak me out enough to not want to go through with it. Jamie and I said at the beginning if either one of us became freaked out we would stop. Looking back I now know that God was taking care of us. Because I'm a man of few words, Jamie would ask me all the time if I was still ok with adopting. She wanted to know that I was still up for it; I told her that we were doing the right thing and if I thought that changed I would tell her.

There were people that would ask "why would you want to take on someone else's problem". I didn't get mad at the time because when I was asked that question, we didn't really have a child in mind that we were going to adopt. But the children in foster care are not the problem. They had no control over what they had been through. I don't think that men's brains work the same as a women's when it comes to hypothetical scenarios. Men are problem solvers and have to see what needs to be fixed before they can wrap their mind around it.

But now if some one asked me why I would want to take on someone else's problem, I would take it very personally because now they are talking about my girl. I know God brought her into our lives and I feel like she is already my daughter.


Ken