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Happy New Year!

We were ringing in the New Year family style!
(Thanks to our awesome friends and their awesome party!)

May 2014 be a year of family, friends, food, all things sparkly, and lots and lots of dance parties!

RubySkyPhotographyNewYearsDayI can’t wait to see what’s in store for us this year!

New Logo and Website and Blog!!!

This has been a LONG time in the making, but finally, finally everything is finished….  I am absolutely thrilled and beyond excited to share my fabulous new logo, website, and blog with you!!!  I had been considering re-branding for quite a while now.  However, it is such a huge ordeal and a little scary to take a step back, evaluate, critique, conceptualize, and then to dive into a whole new look.  I must say though that I am so, so happy with the end result and I think that it truly represents RubySky Photography and what my business has matured into over these last few years.  I cannot give enough thanks to my graphic designer, Giant Step Design.  Josh took my scattered ideas and visions and brought them together.  (All of his work is incredibly awesome!)  I just love, love, love the final product!

So without further ado, I introduce you to the new logo and look of RubySky Photography.  You will find the new blog right here.  And be sure to check out my amazing new website too!  www.rubyskyphotography.com

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Isn’t it just so lovely and perfect?! :)

Old Family Photographs and Other Valuables

When my grandparents moved from their house into a retirement community seven years ago, they downsized, distributing the family heirlooms amongst their children, and donating other items to charity.  It was necessary because they were moving into a smaller space, an apartment, and also because it’s just a natural progression as people age and need to purge “things” from their homes and lives.

Every year my extended family gets together at the end of February to celebrate my grandma’s birthday, as well as my grandparents’ anniversary.  Last year, Grandma set out a table-full of old family photographs, cookbooks, games, and lots of other goodies.  If you know me, you know that I absolutely love old things, especially those connected to my history.  I was immediately drawn to the photographs!  I love the following photographs, not only because they are so neat, but because they are a part of me and where I came from.  It just goes along with my blog post from Tuesday and the priceless importance of photos.

I think that this is my great-great-grandpa.  For some reason, I really like this picture!

My great-grandparents and great-great-grandparents, maybe?

My grandpa and his sister.

My great-grandma and her siblings.  I think that the picture on the right is of my grandma as a baby.

I’m not sure, but I think that this is my great-great-uncle.  He passed away as a young man and there may not even be anyone still alive that knows why.

And this picture is bit more “recent”.  My parents are the ones on the right.  To those of you that said I look like my grandparents…Well, apparently, I really look like my mom. And check out my dad’s awesome shoes!

An apron handmade and stitched many years ago.

I’m so amazed that these were also handmade.

And lastly, a few old books that I snatched up.

So you can see why, as a photographer, I LOVE weddings that incorporate unique vintage pieces! :)

A Tribute to my Grandpa

This is the most personal post that I have ever shared on my blog….  Yesterday, I spent most of the morning poring over digital photo files on my computers.  I also have tons and tons of prints, but they would have to be saved for another day.  What brought about this sudden need to search and search?  Well, I have been extremely blessed to have had all four of my grandparents still living until two years ago.  Two years ago, my paternal grandma passed away, and on Thursday of last week, my maternal grandpa passed away.  And as it seems to happen after each passing (I also lost a cousin and an aunt way too soon), I needed to find photos.  I mean, I really needed to find photos, to look at them, and to remember.  Photographs are a visible and tangible way for me to hold on, a way to grasp tightly to the memories.  I need photos.

And I do believe that this need has transferred over into my chosen profession as a photographer.  I want to capture those moments that are all gone too soon.  Those moments may seem so unimportant now, but in the days, months, and years, many years later, those photos serve as a remembrance of the past.  And they are comforting.  They make us smile, giggle, laugh, and even cry, cry for what is gone forever here on this earth.

My grandpa lived on this earth for 92 years (almost 93!) and he was a wonderful man of God.  He was a loving and devoted husband to my grandma for 68 years (their 69th anniversary is later this month), a gentle and compassionate father to five children, and a sweet grandfather to many grandchildren and great-grandchildren.  He was a very hard worker, from his many years of farming to being a chip fryer at a potato chip factory.  And he may have been quiet in nature, but he always had a heart of service for others.  He loved spending time with family and friends, hosting corn roasts, the outdoors, music and singing, root beer, and Reese’s peanut butter cups!  And he sure was a “sharp dresser” with his bow ties and his flat wool caps. :)

Seven years ago, Grandpa and Grandma, along with the rest of the family, decided that it was time for them to sell their house and move into a retirement community.  Over the last several years, Grandpa’s health has been declining due to Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s.  I would visit him when I was ‘home’, but as time went on, he often did not recognize or acknowledge me.  I will hold on tight to the memories from when I was younger.  I will also cherish the more recent memories, when he would give me a smile or squeeze my hand tight, before his eyes went unfocused again.  And on Sunday at his funeral, I gave his hand one last squeeze, as tears streamed down my face.  I love you, Grandpa!

A few images to share….  We’ve driven down this road and up the other side to Grandpa and Grandma’s house at the top of the hill, too many times to count.

Before they moved, the grandchildren had a little “party” for them.

Grandpa and me in 2009.

As Grandpa’s casket was being lowered into the ground, my family started singing:

God be with you till we meet again;
By His counsels guide, uphold you,
With His sheep securely fold you;
God be with you till we meet again.

Till we meet, till we meet,
Till we meet at Jesus’ feet;
Till we meet, till we meet,
God be with you till we meet again.