When I was a little girl, I remember placing my hands into freshly poured concrete and firmly pressing down leaving two small shapes behind. Those hand prints were warmly viewed each time I passed them, and as I grew, on occasion, I measured my growing hands against the tiny forms. A simple remembrance of days gone by that I have repeated with my daughters. Hand prints on the front porch are precious memories... memories are what I hope to capture here.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Santa Lucia Festival
After taking a peek at the river, we spotted the hustle and bustle of the Santa Lucia Festival and decided to check it out. It provided a few photographic moments...
For more information about Santa Lucia click here.
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