I put off washing my car for weeks, praying for that rain we so desperately need. But when the weather guy predicted no rain in the seven-day forecast….


Time Stamp is a photo project my fellow photographer friend, Stacey, and I are challenging each other with over this coming year. To see what she was up to at the same time, click here.

And to read more about our Time Stamp project you can click back to our first post here.

Happy weekend everyone!

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  • Jean - the other day, i went at 3pm and decided i was not going to wait behind 8 other cars and said, screw it. i’ll wait another day. :DReplyCancel

  • andrea - And now I have the song At the Car Wash in my head. :-) cool shot!ReplyCancel

  • Rhonda Steed - this is AWESOME!ReplyCancel

  • michelle - Please don’t think I’m weird but this photo makes me winter heart happy. The sunny yellow and sudsy water makes me look forward to summer. WEIRD. ;) This is what happens when a girl has been socked in fog for WEEKS straight.ReplyCancel

  • Juliette - ha, I love it! I’m totally going to have to try this shot myself sometime.ReplyCancel

  • Heather M. - Such a cool shot! I love these peeks into your everyday life, T.ReplyCancel

  • stacey - I love this!!ReplyCancel

  • time stamp: 1:00pm » Stacey Montgomery Photography - […] To see what my friend Tracey was snapping at the exact same time, visit her time stamp here. […]ReplyCancel

Last week the weather reports were predicting an amazing weekend of weather, especially along the coast. We piled into the car after lunch on Saturday and drove to Point Lobos Reserve just south of Carmel. As you can tell by my husband’s summer attire, the weather was just as the weather people predicted: amazing. The coastline was awash with a beautiful misty spray, every color was saturated as if on steroids, and off in the distance we could spot the sprays of the grey whales migrating their way down to Baja. We explored some of the trails, climbed a few trees, and stayed until sunset. Everyone still in the park found a place along the bluffs and settled in for the show, which was beyond beautiful. Afterwards we trekked back along the trail in the dusky glow of the left over sunset and made our way out the park to find some dinner. Driving home I felt a peaceful content. These kinds of days are my most favorite.

Taking a time lapse video of the setting sun….

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  • Heather M. - Oh what a gift to have this time together in such a beautiful place. I’m so glad you were able to go. Simply breathtaking!ReplyCancel

    • tracey - And you’ve been in some of those spots, H! We went there last year!ReplyCancel

  • stacey - These are absolutely gorgeous. Breathtaking.
    And I love seeing M holding dad’s hand.ReplyCancel

    • tracey - I know….I love that she still loves to hold his hand. :)ReplyCancel

  • Jessica - SO beautiful! I SO want to see those whales in these pictures, and keep looking for them. But, even without whales they are amazing. By the way, I still read your blog. That makes six! ;)ReplyCancel

    • tracey - Thanks for keeping on coming back, J! :)ReplyCancel

  • michelle - So beautiful. I can imagine the roar of the water and the whistle of the wind. The warmth of the sun. What a perfect place to spend time together.ReplyCancel

  • Mom - The views are amazing. I always felt you could see the circumference of the earth, or all the way to China! Long time since I’ve been there, but always remember how breath taking it is. xomomReplyCancel


In the depths of every human soul rests a deeply rooted need and longing to be known…..to be acknowledged, to be seen both physically and intimately, received as worthy despite our flaws, validated as lovable.  The manifestation and satiation of this need may fall along a spectrum of extremities but it is there nonetheless. I see it in the way people chase after popularity and that “look at me!” celebrity status. I see it in the tears of a child who feels rejected by his peers. I watch it in the passive aggressive behavior of a hurting soul who cannot find the bravery to express the need with real words. I have also seen it manifest itself in grand displays of wealth or in the manipulating for power.

I feel the need rattle inside of me when I see others succeed, receive praise.

I feel its subtle whisper in my envy of others.

I sense it in a perceived rejection.

I watch it flutter off my gossiping tongue.

I see it written in my anger and frustration when my idealistic projections of what I think my life should be never materialize.

I find it attached to the heals of my personal fears.

I often find it embarrassing to watch people work soooooo hard to fulfill this need while living in complete unawareness, or denial, of it. They construct clever excuses around the why’s of what they are doing. They blame others, they justify their behavior, or they give in to a hopeless depressive despair over their hurt from a need gone unfulfilled.  I find it even more humbling when I realize that I, too, have carried the torch of prideful denial around my own personal struggles. Oh how easy it is to spot this struggle in others yet fail to recognize it in my own life!

I read a quote somewhere recently that it is a foolish thing to fool others, but criminal to fool yourself. While it is not a crime to experience that need to be known, for I believe we were created with that longing along with all of our other basic needs, but where we go to fulfill that need and how we get there is what can cause us to step into foolish, criminal territory.  The older I grow, the more I see how very true this is. When we are dishonest with ourselves about the root of our struggles we reveal ourselves to be the prime suspect in a crooked scheme to cover our tracks. Though we may attempt to point the finger somewhere else, we actually become our own villain in a woeful tale of deception.

So here is what I am learning about the path to wholeness: every struggle I wrestle with always brings me back to this place of needing to be known. My hurt reveals it. My words and actions reveal it. My thoughts reveal it. My insecurities reveal it. And the single most important action I can take when I am struggling with something is to crawl back to the starting place and do the work there. I call it the knowing-place. Heal the knowing-place and you alter the course of your actions, your relationships, your perceptions, your health, and your ability to experience joy.

I do not know what your knowing-place looks like, what stories it can tell, what wounds it wears, or even what actions it takes to guard and preserve itself. But I do believe that your knowing-place is just like mine: it was created by a God who knows it better than we do. He proclaims our knowing-place unconditionally and intimately loved and worthy because even before our birth we were seen, we were known, and we were loved. In other words, that need in us to be known has already been fulfilled, should we choose to cling to the truth of it. So whatever has affected your knowing-place in this earthly life to cause you to find yourself doing things and struggling with things you cannot seem to conquer, that place can be mended. And she is no fool who chooses to crawl her way back to the beginning and bravely begin the healing there.


For you created my inmost being;
    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
    your works are wonderful,
    I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
    when I was made in the secret place,
    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained for me were written in your book
    before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
    How vast is the sum of them!
 Were I to count them,
    they would outnumber the grains of sand—
    when I awake, I am still with you.

 Psalm 139



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  • Georgia B. - i’m a bit stunned as i read this. it’s as though you were sitting in the kitchen with mr. B and me tonight, listening to everything i spilled out in tears to him, and then you wrote to me about it to encourage me back to the beginning… the knowing place. i simply love this.ReplyCancel

    • admin - G-the Spirit has a way of giving us what we need when we need it. I am so happy that you found it in these words. Hugs,TReplyCancel

  • Jenny Sims - Very well said. I agree with you that at the root of everything is this basic struggle (and the struggle to cling to the solution that is already given us). There are seasons when it feels unfairly hard to keep that knowing-place healed, when life seems bent on undermining God’s truth. But whoever said it’d be easy…
    This reminder is beautifully written and timely. <3ReplyCancel

    • admin - J–loved your words “when life seems bent on undermining God’s truth”. Yes, ’tis a daily struggle! But we cling to the truth bc if it were easy we’d never be in need of a great God!ReplyCancel

  • Andrea - Yes. We all want to be known. And seen. And heard. And loved. The life long longing.
    Beautiful Tracey. Crawling back to the begin for healing – yes. It’s been a slow crawl this past year.ReplyCancel

    • admin - And a slow crawl is better than no crawl, A! I’m right there with you!ReplyCancel


My fellow photographer and friend, Stacey, and I decided to challenge each other this year to pick up our cameras more often. This week we decided to have a camera date at a certain time…drop what we were doing and pick up our cameras at the same time and capture what we were doing. Then we would post it on our blogs on the same day and discover how each of us photographed that specific moment that we had inhabited.

Normally these posts in the future will have very few words but I feel the need to explain a couple of things…

One, Stacey lives in Minnesota so we accounted for the time change. That way we truly were picking up our cameras at the same exact time, miles away from each other. I know that 4:44pm is a random time to chose but the short story is that a few years ago I noticed that I was constantly seeing the number 444 everywhere I went. I have never tried to read too much into it and did not tell too many people about it because I just felt, well, sort of odd about it. But I told Stacey. (And now I have told all of you.) And now she sees the number too. (And now you will too.) Which is why we chose this time for our first camera date. But she had to take her photo at 6:44pm. Because of the time change. So, yeah.

Two, I’ve been in the photo blogging world for six years now and I have seen every sort of photo project, group project make its blogging rounds and this one is nothing really new. HOWEVER, I can attest (and Stacey can to) that sometimes it is really hard to find the joy in picking up our artist’s tools, especially when we have been picking them up for quite some time. Every artist can relate to the cycle of loving her craft, and then losing her inspiration, and then fighting her way out of that inspiration-less hole to find her joy once again. And so to work our way out of this cycle we have to encourage one another on to keep on doing the work to get out of that dark place. To know that Stacey was picking up her camera along side me pushed me to pop the lens cap off my camera, open my eyes to my surroundings, and craft a moment in time to share with you all.

So that’s the deal with “time stamp”. In the following weeks and months you will see more of our joint efforts. Yay!

To see what Stacey was up to at 4:44/6:44pm, click here.


Side note: I am not a fan of pruning roses. Tip number one–wear gloves. Tip number two–don’t wear a sweater while pruning roses. You’re welcome.

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  • time stamp: 11am » T Morris Photography - […] And to read more about our Time Stamp project you can click back to our first post here. […]ReplyCancel

  • Jean - I like love the colors here!

    You and Stacey are so adorable!ReplyCancel

  • Heather M. - Oh this is so fun!!! Good for you guys! Love that photo. I’m jealous of the green.ReplyCancel

  • michelle - I love your and Stacey’s photo projects. You guys are very creative. And I love seeing a glimpse into your lives. Plus, I love that you accounted for the time difference, because… well, you have to, don’t you? ;)ReplyCancel

  • time stamp: 6:44pm » Stacey Montgomery Photography - […] To see her time stamp at 4:44pm please click here. […]ReplyCancel

  • stacey - Made me smile. And I know you hate pruning roses, but I love seeing that green. And the fact that you have flowers on your patio in the middle of January? Unreal. xoReplyCancel

  • Janet - Looking forward to some really cool photos. (I always see 418, which happens to be my birthday, my husband thinks I’m nuts ReplyCancel

  • Andrea - Cool project idea! Look forward to seeing your photos. :-)ReplyCancel


Davenport Beach, California

She and I, we talk about friendship quite often. I listen to her observations and she hears the wisdom of my mistakes. She is young and still navigating the world of trust and companionship, understanding what mutual reciprocity means and what the lack of it can do to an expectant heart. I hate watching her hurt, be hurt. I hate watching her suffer rejection and then turn and question her worth and likability. I sometimes sense that my sole job at this time is to do nothing but to speak into that fragile place and exhort her to fight against the voices that seek to diminish her sense of value. But this age is so precarious. The term “friendship” can be tossed around so lightly, used and discarded quite easily depending on how it benefits a tender, insecure ego. She tells me tales of girls around her vying for attention, rotating the names of new BFF’s on their Instagram profiles, all nervous about their place in the pecking order of popularity. How the insecurities of some are so obvious, played out in dramatics, or the incessant daily after-school selfies that take place out on the basketball courts.  I tell her that this is somewhat normal, this unfiltered and age-appropriate behavior. Everyone, including herself, is looking for a place to land. Deep down she and her classmates just want to belong, to feel safe and loved. (Aren’t we all?) Some of them are just confused as to how to go about getting there. And sometimes the insecure-driven behavior overrides any common sense about how to be a real friend. I tell her that hurt is sadly a part of the process, but without holding onto it we have the opportunity to allow our definition of friendship to be formulated into something meaningful so, that as we age, we become wiser about, and more trusting of those who are worthy of our attachment.

So here is what my daughter has concluded thus far about friendship:

A friend is willing to be seen with you.

A friend is willing to walk with you.

A friend brings you into a circle of other friends.

A friend says hello to you.

A friend does not care if you are cool enough.

A friend laughs with you, makes you laugh.

A friend encourages you to do well.

A friend does not gossip about you when she is hanging out with other friends.

A friend does not create drama just for the sake of creating drama.

A friend feels comfortable.




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  • michelle - Such a solid list. I so admire your constant attention and work at helping both your kids develop such healthy relationships at young ages. :)ReplyCancel

  • Heather M. - This is so good. So good. I hope I can help my kids navigate things like this as well as you are.ReplyCancel

  • Shani Verdon - My most painful friendship year was 7th grade. Cried every day after school. Girls who I had know all my life suddenly felt I wasnt cool enough to be seen with. Their boyfriends made fun of me. All of the sudden, I was adrift, without an anchor, in a big, scary middle school. My heart hurts for girls this age. But, as you know, it can shape what you value in a friend and sets you up for authentic, loyal, lasting girlfriends later in life. You learn how to pick carefully. M is one of the lucky ones to have a mom who is walking through this phase of womanhood with her, being that anchor she needs.ReplyCancel

  • Sigrid Morris - Friendship is precious and fragile but with all this you are a true friend❤️ReplyCancel

  • stacey - Yes, what a great list. Tell Bean thank you for these reminders today because the learning about friendships really never ends.ReplyCancel

  • Andrea - all those things. yes.
    She’s is wise beyond her years. :-)ReplyCancel

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