"Time never turns backward
Its old charms to give,

In photographs only

Can yesterdays live."

                        -- Edgar A. Guest 

 I have taken thousands of photographs and discovered that behind every picture is a story waiting to be told. I love telling those stories and capturing them forever in my photos — for I have learned that there is a lot of truth to the last line of Mr. Guest's poem:  In photographs only can yesterdays live.

Every time I take a picture, I am aware that I am capturing a moment in time to be forever preserved in the photograph, just as it was at the moment I clicked the shutter button:  A granddaughter's first kiss for her baby brother when we brought him home from the hospital in August 2011; the glory of a yellow swallowtail butterfly, as it stopped by our courtyard on a hot August afternoon in 2010, and the Windsor Ruins, as they were when my husband and I visited them on July 13, 2008. 

Baby Maddox is 11 years old now ... the butterfly is long gone to wherever butterflies go … and the centuries-old bricks of the Ruins are slowly, but surely, still crumbling away with time. 

Yes, time marches on, as they say, but I am so grateful that at this stage of my life, God led me to pursue an interest in photography and gave me just enough talent to inspire and encourage me to go out and take pictures. 

I hope you enjoy the stories behind some of the "yesterdays" I captured in the following pictures.