Angel of the Morning

I have so many pics from the weekend, as brief as it was.  We were up bright and early, down on the farm.  There are few things (besides the beach, of course) that I love more for peace, quiet and an atmosphere of pure natural beauty, than being outside in the morning at my father's farm, sharing the fresh, not-yet-humid air with grazing deer and wild turkeys.  Samantha loves it, too, and there are few things more beautiful than the sunshine lighting up her face, reflecting in her eyes, elevating mere strands of hair to the finest, most precious golden threads.

Although vanity often gets the better of me, those early times with my Princess, even before the tidy enhancements of braids and makeup (but not before the all-important cup of coffee that I was dragging along with me), are worth it even in the harsh, interrogating lens of a camera.  She is always perfect.

Here I am, once again, braving the camera.  And braving it with unwashed, slept-in beach hair and no makeup is a seriously bold feat for me.  What was I thinking?  (Just a side note...beach hair is awesome and you can even buy products that make your hair look like you just got off the beach, but it is *only* awesome before it gets slept on overnight...)