winter.time

K.E.H.

miss. leeann

I was working with flash, and she was more than willing to be my model. I'd have to say, she's got to be the cutest model ever...

K.E.H.

some "experiments"...

The other morning I woke up to a beautiful surprise. It was snowing for the first time since Christmas. I was ecstatic! I jumped out of bed, grabbed the camera, and went outside with my big snow boots, a hat, and of course my new friend, the tripod. It was one of those rare moments, I assure you. I just had my first lesson in photography two days ago, where I learned the basics such as the exposure triangle. I also had photography theory pounded in my head for nearly two hours. I am still recovering, and trying to remember all the details...

So, bear with me, this is the best I could muster up...

K.E.H.

true love

Come close, listen to the story

About a love more faithful than the morning

The Father gave his only son just to save us

The earth was shaking in the dark

All creation felt the Father's broken heart

Tears were filling heaven's eyes

The day that true love died, the day that true love died

When blood and water hit the ground

Walls we couldn't move came crashing down

We were free and made alive

The day that true love died, the day that true love died

Search your heart, you know you can't deny it

Come on, lose your life just so you can find it

The Father gave his only son just to save us....

Phil Wickham

run ahead

Do you see the light beyond?
It reveals the life you can have


Don’t linger here, and wait around,
For your life, to begin
Run ahead, face the day,
Chase the one, who gave you life

Now you stare, in her eyes
Reaching forward, but it’s not the time


Don’t waste your life, run ahead
Redeem the time, my friend
Run ahead, face the day,
Chase the one, who gave you life


Though sometimes you will stumble and want to turn back
Hold on, for this rock will never crack
A new day will be born, will be born


Do you see the stars above?

K.E.H.

coming home...

Sighing, I looked down at the numbers on my cell for the fifteenth time. Two more minutes until 1:10-when class is over and the talk of the cycle of sarcomere contraction finally ceases…
Occasionally, the anatomy and physiology course can be fascinating, but today a hundred other things filled my mind. As our teacher gave the final homework instructions, I clumsily stuffed the dangerously heavy books into my bag, and made my way out of that torturous land of boredom…

I opened the door and a gust of fresh air filled my lungs. Trying to avoid getting soaked by the downpour, I hurried to the car. Once comfortably seated, I started the engine, turned on some music, and pulled out. Home eagerly awaited…or maybe I just wanted to be home. ; )
After parking in the carport, I struggled to get all my things in just one trip to the house. But even before I could gather all my belongings, three year old Silas came scampering out barefooted, even in the cold, rainy weather. I’ve never felt so loved. His adorable face was all playful and mischievous, his eyes sparkling. He ran to the car door and peeked in the window on his tip-toes. As I was still struggling to get my bothersome things, he opened the door for me like a gentleman and greeted me with the cutest smile, and a high pitched little boy’s voice, “Hi Kawen!”

Though this is a common practice for him, it suddenly has struck me to be so dear. It makes coming home the most wonderful thing in the world.

I hug him and tousle his very blonde hair as we venture inside. There we part ways, me to finish some more school, and Silas to his tower of duplos… sometimes I imagine what it would be like to be Silas. : )

K.E.H.