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Time. It does indeed seem to pass quickly, even more so as we age. It’s impossible to slow it down, but we can choose to savor it and create memories with which to mark it, so that when we look back on our lives, it’s less blurred and more distinct. These events don’t have to be extravagant in order to be special and memorable. I took these shots to celebrate the end of the school year… our son going into eighth grade and our daughter moving on to the middle school with him as a sixth grader.


On a technical note, can you tell which one of these digital slr photos was shot with flash? In my next newsletter (slated for release next week), I’ll reveal which one and provide a free tutorial on how to create natural looking light with flash using a few easy tricks. If you don’t already receive our newsletter and would like to, sign up here.




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In honor of Rosa… Rhoda “Rosa” Abbott, 35, refused to leave Titanic because the Ship’s crew would not let her two sons — Rossmore, 16, and Eugene, 14 — board a lifeboat. They were considered men, not children, and it was women and children first. Rosa held her sons’ hands as a wall of water washed them overboard. Mother and sons were pulled apart in the rush of the wave.

Rosa, the only woman pulled from the sea, was rescued but her sons were lost. (this written excerpt from an informational plaque at a Titanic exhibit)


All images in this post were captured and edited with my iPhone 6S+. View an extensive library of my purely iPhone photo artistry on my Instagram account @susantuttle. I’d love to share my techniques with you… find out more.


Hungry For Beautiful

We are hungry for beautiful. Hungry for worthwhile, soul-gratifying experiences. We know on a visceral level that our lives cannot be complete without such encounters and adventures, but we often do not stop to realize how near at hand they are.

Time and again I am drawn to the allure of nature to fulfill these parts of me that long to connect in meaningful ways. These parts of me that desire to feel grateful. That wish to embrace wonder and seek miracles. That seek unfettered, authentic joy. All of these things can be found in abundance in nature.

I live in Maine. The seasons are bold, and impossible to ignore. Each one offers up unique gifts.




• the unlocking of frozen earth giving way to regeneration and new life. the…

• babble of the river

• far-off cry of the red-tailed hawk

• rich, loamy smell of damp woods

• fresh foliage

• a carpet of velvety, blue-green grass

• golden lustre of blooming forsythia

• musical incantations of the vigorous peepers, singing on end, all night

• sunny windows

• delicate, paperthin blossoms of native serviceberry shrubs (also known as sugarplum or juneberry or saskatoon) that grow naturally in the Maine woods (I transplanted from my woods the one you see in this post). In the summer it bears sugary-sweet, delicious purple-red berries that taste much like blueberries. I’m planning to make a wild sugarplum pie with them.

• startlingly glorious returns of my crocus, daffodils, tulips, hyacinth, ground phlox, scilla siberica (called ‘spring beauty’), and leucojum (the white bell-like flowers in this post)

• nature’s plant medicine, as found in the daffodils springing up all around my yard. I have made medicinal infused honey with the roots (the how-too on my personal IG account @drawn•to•the•river) and I’ve been enjoying their new tender greens in my morning omelets, in salads, and on our Friday-night pizza.


Keep your eyes open today. The beautiful is near and at hand.