Category Archives: Personal
After completing the 52 week Personal Project in 2011, people immediately asked if I would do another personal project. Say what? I barely finished this last project. The idea was daunting and I definitely needed a break. The timing for a break worked well because shortly after I had the book printed, I was pregnant….
I have no idea how it happens, but birthdays end up being daaaayys of celebrations around here. I always start with a low key plan and next thing I know, our whole weekend is centered around it. But then again, why not, right? Mattias is our hilarious 3 year old. He brings such joy to…
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I love this post! Happy 3rd birthday sweet Mattias! It definately has been a pleasure babysitting him and Noah every week for the last year and a half. Going to miss your boys for sure!! They have made me laugh….I’ve so enjoyed their little antics around here!
Beautiful pictures Karin – you capture your boys so perfectly. Love that pic of you too!!ReplyCancel
The month of April was all about Noah. It started with his ‘mix up’ birthday party. We are unsure why it is called a ‘mix up’ birthday party, but the theory is that he mixed up his party by sharing it with his buddy Jaxon. This year, his birthday fell on the Easter weekend, so…
Post #52 of personal project 52 weeks. This marks the end of the 52 week project. Hooray (for finishing it)! Thanks to all the readers for reading, commenting and encouraging me along the way. I had weeks where I thought I wouldn’t finish this project. So thank you all for keeping me accountable and reading…
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I really enjoyed these weekly updates, Karin- thanks for sharing these glimpses into your lives! We love going to that park, too. In fact, we were there last night, and Amy LOVES going up and down the bike hills in her stroller…the faster, the better! An adventure seeker already…taking after her Daddy and sisters 😉ReplyCancel
Post #50 of personal project 52 weeks. * Minter Gardens for the day. This was the more formal English garden section. * We were celebrating my parents 40th wedding anniversary with this lovely day outing. Happy anniversary Mom & Dad V. * My parents were amazed how much energy the boys had. Amazed. Shocked. We…
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Very nice post.
The real story about my relationship with the Van der Kooi’s is a bit more complexed.
In the Fall of 1965 I became Hank’s neighbour in Hazelmere Valley. We chummed around for a number of years. I moved away to the Otter district when the Hazelmere dairy sold its cows. Later, I became Hank’s relief milker while he went on weekend visits to see his girlfriend Henriette, now already his wife of over 40 years, in Sunnyside, Washington. I also was in his wedding party. We were also members of the same church.
When on a visit to the Netherlands in December 1967, I visited Hank’s family.
You are so right that my interest in farming remained strong. While living as an urbanite I have tried to keep in contact with old friends.
When I first visited Bakerview Eco Dairy in May, I was very amazed at the set up, and very impressed. The Van der Kooi’s are showcasing the farm in a suburb way and have thought of all sorts of imported details.
The way Noah and Mattias watched things during the tour was the biggest reward for this effort. Am glad you liked it too.
Nicole - Wow – GREAT photos. I think you picked up the camera a lot that month! I LOVE the photo of Noah (?) and James ….where James looks like he’s …well ….scared? (just before the first pic of Art and the boys by the tree). LOVE!
Alicia Louwerse - KARIN!! These are amazing. I kept scrolling though thinking “Oh that one is my favourite….oh wait…no this one” The ones in the tall grass are magical.
Lindsay - As always, amazing…I’m completely jealous that you can take such fabulous pictures and with a new born too!
Marta - You are one blessed mama Karin – wonderful family photos! I miss our coffee dates at Starbucks very much. Have a wonderful Christmas with Art and the boys.
Kristy K - Ah summer!!! beautiful pics. 🙂
Opa Van der Heide - Splendid photography and a gorgeous e-album.