Doctors and What Not

What do you think of whenever you think of beauty? I think of it as the unknown. Meaning whenever something does not see the beauty that is there, but it is there. When it's obvious that it is there. I enjoy nature. If any of you know me as well as I would like, you would know that nature and I have a thing. In my opinion, I think the outdoors is the perfect canvas for photography. You don't need any editing or filters. It's raw and pure beauty. I love how photogenic it can be. One of the most beautiful attributes about nature is the weather conditions. This is what makes it the most unique. I find that whenever the sun if low and it is cloudy the natural light captures the most beauty. How can you not love it? You are nuts if you don't. Take this image above. It's a bush in my front yard that we have had since gosh... I can't recall. It's fall and it's starting to brown. But it's beautiful how it does it. Dead leaves and all, it's a masterpiece.

Today we went to the doctor. Why? Well my son has had some sort of rash for a couple months now. The first time he was diagnosed with a yeast problem. The doctor gave us some ointment and it went away and then a couple weeks later it came back to visit and now it is outstaying it's welcome. We thought maybe it was a milk allergy but luckily it wasn't. It was Mr. Yeast again. So the doctor prescribed another medication and told us to let him walk around without his diaper. Maybe my son is meant to be a nudist. Oh I sure hope not.. So wish us luck. I hope it goes away. I hate seeing him so miserable he itches it until he bleeds. It's terrible. So adios Mr. Yeast! Don't come back.

 Dorrian on the doctor table. No he isn't crying, he makes the face before he does something he shouldn't. Like what you might ask... Like tearing up the white paper covering the mat. That's what.

Now when you look at this next picture, look at it as a symbol. Why you might ask? Because I said so. No, I am kidding. But because it is a symbol of my growing up. It may be odd but it is a true story.

 The squirrel. Whenever my father bought this squirrel I was terrified of it. I was probably 8 and the thing just scared me. Simple as that. I remember whenever he first brought it home. He set it up on his bed and called me into the bedroom to look at it. I cried in terror because the thing just looked as though it would come alive and eat me. Though now it has broke a few pieces off, it is the oddest thing still till this day. But it doesn't scare me like it used to. I grew up from that. I grew up from having fears over little things. To now having fears over more grown-up things like finances or being a good mom. But I think to myself, I do not need to fear. Because God is in control. I think having fears as a little kid grows you to be more responsible as you age. Because after awhile you usually realize what you feared wasn't so scary after all. There you go, you have just embarked a stem of responsibility. Good job. Now this squirrel as odd as it looks, is no fear of mine no more.