Hard to believe it's been 11 & 12 years ago that my only daughter Emily helped her Shenandoah Raider volleyball team win back-to-back sectional titles.

And now, my little volleyball player is all grown up and coaching a high school team of her own!  I'm a volleyball parent all over again...this time watching Emily The Teacher/Coach mentoring a new flock of young volleyball players.

Of course, you KNOW I have to take my camera along...here's a few LOT of photos of Emily and her volleyball girls in action!

The little honeybees have been busy all summer long, packing away pollen and nectar and manufacturing honey.  David, Kim, and I harvested the sweet, sticky fruit of their labor last weekend.

The golden hour.

Out-of-focus.  But it's still kind of a cool shot, don't you think?

Just before and after sunset, the best light of the day for photographers.  Or anybody, really.

So romantic and moody and...well...golden....

Meet 2-year-old Elijah.

This adorable little guy is the grandson of my good tennis friend Janet, and I had a fun photo session with Elijah, his mommy Mary, and Janet earlier this summer.

Papaw and I watched the grandkids Tuesday evening while Kristoffer and Dana went to Parent-Teacher Conferences at the elementary school.

Of course, I took a few photos while they were here and realized it's been a few days since I showed them off. 

Russell and Blanche Fuson, 1920.

Kim's grandparents shortly after their marriage.

All that talk about Russell's premonition in yesterday's post caused me to dig out these 3 old photos of their horse and buggy days.

Twenty-five years ago (wow...has it really been that long?...) when Kim's grandpa Russell Fuson was on his deathbed, he often spoke "out of his head."  He was blind from the time I knew him, but his hearing was keen and his images were vivid in his still-sharp mind.

Grandpa Fuson would seem completely aware and alert, and out of the blue he'd say he heard work horses clopping down the road.  We all kind of poo-pooed it, since Grandpa had farmed with horses years and years ago, thinking he was just remembering old times.

Now I'm not so sure that's what it was.  Every time I see an Amish farmer (which are getting more numerous all the time) driving his horse team down the very road where Grandpa Fuson lived, it makes me wonder if his "crazy exhortations" about days long gone were actually a premonition of days to come.

Just four short months after I took this photo last April, Emily and Zach closed on their brand-spankin'-new house...

...and Saturday morning, we helped them finish moving in!!!

Every morning's sunrise amazes me...the gift of a new day!

And the miraculous thing is that no two are the same, each uniquely gorgeous in its own right.

One of these days I am going to make a point to photograph every sunrise for a whole year and put them together in a book.

Another "one of these days" projects...like I NEED another one....