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I love how much color is in this scene.  If things are monochrome, I love it, if things have great color, I love it.  Life is way too interesting (in my opinion) to make art fit into a tiny box and only have one style... I think art should teach us, impress upon us--just as much as it's an expression of ourselves.  Art is about having rules and then breaking them in the most beautiful ways possible!!!
I love how much color is in this scene. If things are monochrome, I love it, if things have great color, I love it. Life is way too interesting (in my opinion) to make art fit into a tiny box and only have one style... I think art should teach us, impress upon us--just as much as it's an expression of ourselves. Art is about having rules and then breaking them in the most beautiful ways possible!!!
"Raging or calm
Little we care
Cause love is a force that will carry us home" --Gungor "At Sea"
"Raging or calm Little we care Cause love is a force that will carry us home" --Gungor "At Sea"
Get to see this guy today... he has had a loooooong week at rehabilitation.  Lots of physical therapy, ergotherapy (working on his left arm and hand that has lost a lot of function in 4 years) training in the pool and various doctor and social worker appointments.  Right now his body is quite exhausted and he is trying to figure out how far he can push his body and it still be beneficial,  before it becomes counter-productive or detrimental.  We all look forward to the weekends where Stephen can be home with us, but mixing Stephen's exhaustion/ need for rest and the kids excitement and conflicting emotions (happiness to see dad and anger and stress knowing it's just for a short time) it's a tricky and interesting mix.  But nonetheless, I am really proud of Stephen for all his hard work and for persevering through some difficult days and nights that come his way.
Get to see this guy today... he has had a loooooong week at rehabilitation. Lots of physical therapy, ergotherapy (working on his left arm and hand that has lost a lot of function in 4 years) training in the pool and various doctor and social worker appointments. Right now his body is quite exhausted and he is trying to figure out how far he can push his body and it still be beneficial, before it becomes counter-productive or detrimental. We all look forward to the weekends where Stephen can be home with us, but mixing Stephen's exhaustion/ need for rest and the kids excitement and conflicting emotions (happiness to see dad and anger and stress knowing it's just for a short time) it's a tricky and interesting mix. But nonetheless, I am really proud of Stephen for all his hard work and for persevering through some difficult days and nights that come his way.
Hope/Esperanza ..... the other night, I picked her up and spun her around until we were dizzy.  She giggled like she did when she was 2 years old.  Her face wore the kind of smile that is light and effortless and comes in unexpected moments.  She is pure beauty and kindness, with underscores of strength and complexity.  I love her, exactly as she is.... a gift that keeps changing and growing and that I am so blessed to cherish. [Stephen @eikondenmark took this photo of her in Hornbæk after he grabbed my camera and saw her standing in the window light-- and then I edited it.] ❤️
Hope/Esperanza ..... the other night, I picked her up and spun her around until we were dizzy. She giggled like she did when she was 2 years old. Her face wore the kind of smile that is light and effortless and comes in unexpected moments. She is pure beauty and kindness, with underscores of strength and complexity. I love her, exactly as she is.... a gift that keeps changing and growing and that I am so blessed to cherish. [Stephen @eikondenmark took this photo of her in Hornbæk after he grabbed my camera and saw her standing in the window light-- and then I edited it.] ❤️
This is for YOU......When we are riding against the winds and rain, we might be getting wet, we might be cold, but we get to ride.  We get to have this day, this moment and when we see the brilliance of that truth, we can still feel it all, but know that it means we are alive, and that in itself is an extraordinary gift.  And each one of us is a unique gift that the rest of the world needs.
This is for YOU......When we are riding against the winds and rain, we might be getting wet, we might be cold, but we get to ride. We get to have this day, this moment and when we see the brilliance of that truth, we can still feel it all, but know that it means we are alive, and that in itself is an extraordinary gift. And each one of us is a unique gift that the rest of the world needs.
"Art is so often better at theology than theology is." -Christian Wiman ( My Bright Abyss) ..........
A picture that is taken, a picture that is shared-- can convey a thousand of my thoughts and observations about life and the existential... the trouble is just putting words on it, to interpret what I see.
"Art is so often better at theology than theology is." -Christian Wiman ( My Bright Abyss) .......... A picture that is taken, a picture that is shared-- can convey a thousand of my thoughts and observations about life and the existential... the trouble is just putting words on it, to interpret what I see.
Here are two more photos from taking Stephen to Hornbæk where the spinal cord injury hospital is --so he can begin some more rehab for a month.  The kids left him little drawings on his whiteboard above his bed.  In the second photo Stephen was taking some video of Esben coloring and using his new stickers, while at his daddy's bedside.  My kids have to experience some really hard things, and that does create some deficits and challenges, but I have also been proud to see them be incredibly sensitive, mature and empathetic to those around them who may be hurting, struggling or need a friend.  They are incredible little people that I love with my whole heart.
Here are two more photos from taking Stephen to Hornbæk where the spinal cord injury hospital is --so he can begin some more rehab for a month. The kids left him little drawings on his whiteboard above his bed. In the second photo Stephen was taking some video of Esben coloring and using his new stickers, while at his daddy's bedside. My kids have to experience some really hard things, and that does create some deficits and challenges, but I have also been proud to see them be incredibly sensitive, mature and empathetic to those around them who may be hurting, struggling or need a friend. They are incredible little people that I love with my whole heart.
Yesterday, the kids and I took Stephen @eikondenmark up to Hornbæk, Denmark, to the hospital for spinal cord injuries.  It's the same place he was at right after his spinal cord injury, 4 1/2 years ago.  The hospital was long ago a place to rehabilitate children who had suffered polio, and then it became a place to rehabilitate individuals who have spinal cord injuries due to varying reasons.  So often, when Stephen has to go into the hospital, it is all of a sudden, without possibility for preparation, and the kids don't get to visit.  This time we could prepare and bring the kids, and experience it together as a family.  It's not just Stephen who has a spinal cord injury, AVM or brown sequard syndrome, in a way we all do.  Of course not technically, but it is a part of our daily lives and it's important to involve the kids when we can, because it's their reality, their story and we are all on the same team. Team Sandoval, as we often call it.  Here, Stephen is resting his back after the long car ride, with the sand dunes and harbor of Hornbæk outside his window.
Yesterday, the kids and I took Stephen @eikondenmark up to Hornbæk, Denmark, to the hospital for spinal cord injuries. It's the same place he was at right after his spinal cord injury, 4 1/2 years ago. The hospital was long ago a place to rehabilitate children who had suffered polio, and then it became a place to rehabilitate individuals who have spinal cord injuries due to varying reasons. So often, when Stephen has to go into the hospital, it is all of a sudden, without possibility for preparation, and the kids don't get to visit. This time we could prepare and bring the kids, and experience it together as a family. It's not just Stephen who has a spinal cord injury, AVM or brown sequard syndrome, in a way we all do. Of course not technically, but it is a part of our daily lives and it's important to involve the kids when we can, because it's their reality, their story and we are all on the same team. Team Sandoval, as we often call it. Here, Stephen is resting his back after the long car ride, with the sand dunes and harbor of Hornbæk outside his window.
The bird man and his fabulous hair piece--He was in his own little world, feeding the birds and watching them gather around himself.  I always admire people who are true to themselves, unashamed with their uniqueness, and do what they love.  That is really what makes the world so beautiful and diverse.
The bird man and his fabulous hair piece--He was in his own little world, feeding the birds and watching them gather around himself. I always admire people who are true to themselves, unashamed with their uniqueness, and do what they love. That is really what makes the world so beautiful and diverse.
Busy streets are beautiful streets.
Busy streets are beautiful streets.
One of the things I enjoy about street photography is that I never know who or what I will see.  Sometimes I have an idea of what I am looking for, but often times, I say to myself, "I have my eyes open, I am watching..." and I will see something or someone and it will give me an idea of what I would like to capture.  Right here; I love these walls, I love the texture of the facade.  It's not a busy pathway beside the #trinitatis church, so waiting for someone to pass in front of me, with this backdrop, takes patience.  Patience, creativity, observation and boldness... are all really good exercises I like to put myself through.  They are small steps, but I really enjoy them.
One of the things I enjoy about street photography is that I never know who or what I will see. Sometimes I have an idea of what I am looking for, but often times, I say to myself, "I have my eyes open, I am watching..." and I will see something or someone and it will give me an idea of what I would like to capture. Right here; I love these walls, I love the texture of the facade. It's not a busy pathway beside the #trinitatis  church, so waiting for someone to pass in front of me, with this backdrop, takes patience. Patience, creativity, observation and boldness... are all really good exercises I like to put myself through. They are small steps, but I really enjoy them.
It has been hard to take photos lately.  Everywhere I look, I see a mirror reflected back to me, showing me all my sadness, my tiredness, my fears about my husbands health.  By day, I am busy taking care of my kids and Stephen, and by night, I am busy trying to keep Stephen with us; his body, his heart and mind, and it takes everything I’ve got, and then some…or more accurately, more than I ever thought humanly possible.  Last night, he got some sleep for the first time in over week.  He also got the confirmation that he will be admitted to the spinal rehabilitation hospital next week (the same one he was in right after his injury-- for 7 months.) It’s the good news we have been waiting for.  We don’t know how it will go or exactly how long it will be, but its his best shot at getting back to some stability.  I have a million thoughts and feelings and then the whole thing about this life we are now living is that, we have to breathe, not get ahead of ourselves (for good or bad) and take it one day, one moment at a time.  But my heart was so relieved that he got sleep, it released a fraction of the pressing worries and allowed me to feel like I had the energy to look through my camera today.  My ambitions for my photography are so much bigger than my current energy, circumstances and equipment, but I will keep dreaming those dreams, because without dreams, we lose vision.  I so badly want to use all these experiences, struggles, pain, discoveries, losses and reflections as something I can share.  To gather up the ashes and expose my scars and let them speak, comfort, and connect to others who are also walking in dark places.  I often think of Jesus when he was praying in the Garden, just hours before knowing he would have to suffer on the cross.  He wanted his friends, his disciples to just stay up with him.  Stay awake, pray, be by his side.  They didn’t understand the urgency of the hour and the pleading within Jesus’ heart, to not have to face all of it alone, but I understand his request, the cry of his heart.  We don’t get to have control over life’s hardest situations....(Continued in comments)
It has been hard to take photos lately. Everywhere I look, I see a mirror reflected back to me, showing me all my sadness, my tiredness, my fears about my husbands health. By day, I am busy taking care of my kids and Stephen, and by night, I am busy trying to keep Stephen with us; his body, his heart and mind, and it takes everything I’ve got, and then some…or more accurately, more than I ever thought humanly possible. Last night, he got some sleep for the first time in over week. He also got the confirmation that he will be admitted to the spinal rehabilitation hospital next week (the same one he was in right after his injury-- for 7 months.) It’s the good news we have been waiting for. We don’t know how it will go or exactly how long it will be, but its his best shot at getting back to some stability. I have a million thoughts and feelings and then the whole thing about this life we are now living is that, we have to breathe, not get ahead of ourselves (for good or bad) and take it one day, one moment at a time. But my heart was so relieved that he got sleep, it released a fraction of the pressing worries and allowed me to feel like I had the energy to look through my camera today. My ambitions for my photography are so much bigger than my current energy, circumstances and equipment, but I will keep dreaming those dreams, because without dreams, we lose vision. I so badly want to use all these experiences, struggles, pain, discoveries, losses and reflections as something I can share. To gather up the ashes and expose my scars and let them speak, comfort, and connect to others who are also walking in dark places. I often think of Jesus when he was praying in the Garden, just hours before knowing he would have to suffer on the cross. He wanted his friends, his disciples to just stay up with him. Stay awake, pray, be by his side. They didn’t understand the urgency of the hour and the pleading within Jesus’ heart, to not have to face all of it alone, but I understand his request, the cry of his heart. We don’t get to have control over life’s hardest situations....(Continued in comments)
I will follow you down every road you go... where that leads, we cannot know.  But my feet, my body, my heart and soul will travel every bright stretch, or long, dark shadowy bend.
I will follow you down every road you go... where that leads, we cannot know. But my feet, my body, my heart and soul will travel every bright stretch, or long, dark shadowy bend.
When the walk is hard
When the walk is long
and yet fleeting, 
When the shadows stretch 
When the light is broken 
by your body breathing,
Know what you have unknown 
Hold tight to what you've let go
When the walk is hard When the walk is long and yet fleeting, When the shadows stretch When the light is broken by your body breathing, Know what you have unknown Hold tight to what you've let go
Sun on Sunday... despite feeling sick, I ran out across the street from our apartment and wanted to see the ice and frost glistening in the sun.  The earth was sparkling and the winter sun was glorious. (Swipe to see all photos)
Sun on Sunday... despite feeling sick, I ran out across the street from our apartment and wanted to see the ice and frost glistening in the sun. The earth was sparkling and the winter sun was glorious. (Swipe to see all photos)
I wonder what was going through their minds..... it was their free period to play outside at school.  But across the street from the girls, there were adults drinking coffee at #torvehallerne , and the girls were watching.  It's funny how as children we might have believed that adults got to have all the fun.  And yet as adults we often long for the days of less responsibility and scheduled play times 😉. Either way, there are great things about each season of life.  But someone might need to go gently remind those girls of that.
I wonder what was going through their minds..... it was their free period to play outside at school. But across the street from the girls, there were adults drinking coffee at #torvehallerne  , and the girls were watching. It's funny how as children we might have believed that adults got to have all the fun. And yet as adults we often long for the days of less responsibility and scheduled play times 😉. Either way, there are great things about each season of life. But someone might need to go gently remind those girls of that.
Evening trains ..... when I have my kids by my side and we are catching a train (and they are not in the mood to stop for mom to take photos) I fix my settings and take a few on the go and see what I end up with later 😜
Evening trains ..... when I have my kids by my side and we are catching a train (and they are not in the mood to stop for mom to take photos) I fix my settings and take a few on the go and see what I end up with later 😜
The glow of Christmas lights from #tivoli last week.  Can hardly believe she is 9 years old now ?!?!?!
The glow of Christmas lights from #tivoli  last week. Can hardly believe she is 9 years old now ?!?!?!