Winthrop Weekend

Mazama (Winthrop), the host of many of my childhood memories, our family's tiny cabin and the location of our weekend getaway to visit my younger brother Joseph. It may be a bit of a drive for a few short days of the weekend, but it is well worth it. As we wandered mountain streams, catching wild trout in glistening pools of crystal blue waters, hunkered down in the cabin weathering the summer thunder storms, and marveled at the beauty of new growth amidst the charred remains of a burnt forest I am reminded of how great our Creator is. What is barren He fills, what was destroyed He renews, what is pure and lovely He preserves. I come home refreshed, filled and eager to return to the beauty that is the Methow Valley.




Memories of things so familiar.





Here fishy fishy fishy.

On a summers day

Josh and I have the pleasure of watching our nephew Jude once a week (one of the benefits of living with the Strohs) so that Casey and Micah can go on a date. This past nephew sitting session we decided to beat the heat by joining Elias and Theresa at Greenlake for an evening walk and ice cream cones. The sun was golden, the shores of Greenlake lined with people eager to take full advantage of this gorgeous Seattle summer. It is always fun to look at some place you have been so many times through the eager eyes of a 16 month old. Sand becomes less dirty and once more moldable into shapes and hills, water becomes enticing as you try and evade getting your toes wet as the water gently laps against the shore, and home doesn't seem quite so enticing as you try and make the last rays of sunshine keep going for a few more minutes. Aah the joys of youth.



Uncle Josh and Jude going for a walk. Jude splashing in the water, while Tia (mf) tries to keep him from falling in head first.