Gratitude Project

So, the other day I was feeling pretty blue, when the idea for a Gratitude Project hit me.

My album consists of 30 things. Here’s what I chose:
Prayer
Faith
Love
DH
Family
Friends
My Nephew
Job
Smiles
The Bright Side
Music
Silence
Time
Adventure
Sunrises and Sunsets
Backroads
NCIS nights
Fires
A warm bed
comfort food
chocolate
trees
flowers
small town living
inspiration and ideas
hobbies
creativity
living life
family treasures
memories

I hope to share some of the pictures and finished pages as I have a chance to take pictures of these items, print, and include them in my album. You can read about how I created my album here.

The Atergater Ate His Arm

My Grandpa and Grandma Lantz would visit us at least once a year. For most of my childhood, they lived in Kansas City, Kansas until they later moved to Phoenix. Long before I was ever born, my grandfather had lost his arm in a printing press accident. It was at one time the family trade.

But, my Grandmother and I would tell you that he lost his arm when it was eaten by an alligator. (Or as our family called it- an atergator after my brother got the word wrong.) I remember vividly laying in my canopy bed with my grandmother. We would make up stories about how the atergator ate his arm. It was something that we did whenever I would get to see her.

At the time, it felt like the best place in the world. We would cuddle up in my bed and we’d tell stories. Each story was slightly different. But, it was always an atergator that chomped down on his arm. Being young, thankfully, the stories didn’t get gory after the chomping. . . that’s where the stories ended. My grandmother was always animated when she’d tell the stories and I’m sure I was quite silly. Sometimes my grandfather would get involved too!

I wish she was around to ask how the stories came about. I don’t remember. I would guess that it was in part because it was hard for a child to understand “printing press accident” or an attempt to make a child more comfortable with a grandfather who only had one hand. I do know that it’s one of my treasured memories from the little bit of time that I did get to spend with them.

Note: When looking through pictures of my grandma and grandpa that were posted online I found the above picture- one where he still had his arm. Of course, they were much older when I knew them. Looking through the pictures though, I found this one from the year before I was born. It’s remarkable to me how much she looks like I’ll always remember her.

Raw And Tired

Today, I was reading blogs that I usually try to keep up with and learned about a scrapbooking project for The Present. I originally read it on Cathy Zielske’s blog and then followed the link to Stacy Julian’s blog. The project is to take 10-12 pictures of life today and refer back to them for the next year so that you might feel grateful for all the things you have today. The feelings and the thoughts that came to mind have set me back. Back where I’ve been trying not to go, trying to avoid, trying to wait until I don’t feel so tired.

As I started to write this, one of my favorite songs has come across my MP3 player, one that makes me think of the way I feel right now. It’s like a good friend, though the song is a story about a couple that loses their grown son to a coal mining accident, it’s sentiment and it’s feeling, cut to the bone (as the song itself would put it.) And I guess that’s just how I feel. . . cut to the bone.

We learned long ago that you don’t doubt the good Lord’s plans, but some things are hard to take Lord, we’re just trying to understand. ~ Chris Knight, “Crooked Road”

But, gosh, Lord, I wish that in the next year of my life I’d have my kids- what if I don’t. Sometime during the craziness of the past two weeks, I wondered, what if God’s plan isn’t for us to have kids. I’m tired, it’s been a wild month. I’ve dealt with two hurricanes, allergies, not feeling well, not sleeping well, and eaked in a vacation. So, when the thought came across my mind or returns across my brain, I’ve pushed it aside. We’ve waited so long to have a family and I’m frustrated with the snails pace that we’ve faced. I don’t know whether I just don’t want to fathom that possibility or if I’m scared I’ll consider that path just to out of this uneasy restless impatient period in my life.

I truly hope that we get to experience the joy of parenting soon. Somedays I wonder if we need to start looking at a different group of children (i.e. ages, not siblings, etc), switch agencies, or even get out from under the circumstances that my job creates. Or do we stay steady along this path. I know that the major shift in our finances this month will likely also make a difference in how our home study is viewed.

Bottom line, is just as the song says, I can’t (and really don’t) doubt the good Lord’s plans but some things are hard to take and I’m trying to understand.

Damn the hard times, Damn the coal mines, damn the good dreams gone cold, while I’m at it, damn this crooked road. ~ Chris Knight, “Crooked Road”

This is the line of the song that nearly always moves me to tears. Of course, the coal mines don’t have anything to do with the way I feel. . . but perhaps the minefield of my mind. But, this line is what I feel about our situation these days. The feelings that swirl around aren’t always the easiest to deal with. It’s such a mixture of dreams, hopes, doubts, worry, and uncertainty. We attended a wedding this last month that we’d known was coming since early this year. How I hoped we’d have kids to bring and introduce to folks. That we’d be a family by now. And our kids aren’t here yet. . . they’re somewhere out there facing who knows what.

Even as blue as I feel, I know that project that really hit me like a ton of bricks today would be worthwhile. Hopefully, it would be an opportunity to remember how life was before we had kids- the good things and the things we’re glad have changed. I know some day, I’ll find an appreciation for this crooked road.

Prayers For Adoption

Prayer is something I struggle with at times. I don’t know what to pray for. I truly believe that God has his will and his plan for our lives and we don’t know what to ask for that fits in line with his plans for us. Generally, when I pray for our adoption, my prayers are for our kids in general- their current safety, finding our way to each other, that they will get here sooner or later.

Lately, though, I felt I needed to pray differently. It’s taken so long for us to get our kids. I hear people talk about how you should pray specifically for what you want. We recently turned in our interest form for a set of four adorable kids, Kaleigh, Kainaan, Kobin, and Kassie. (See them in action here or click on their names to find out more about them). We also submitted an interest form on a sibling group of two.

I began wondering if we should be praying for these four kids specifically. So, I began praying, Lord, if it is your will, bring Kaleigh, Kainann, Kobin, and Kassie (The 4 K’s) home to us. All the time wondering whether that was how I should be praying or not.

Within a couple of days, God provided an answer for what I’ve been struggling with. Two more sibling groups appeared on the web and it became clear that I should not be praying for a specific set but that I should wait until God tells me which kids are ours. One of the sibling groups that appeared is the two brothers for a sibling group we had submitted interest forms on before. They’ve tugged at my heart. DH and I talked about whether we would be able to handle the challenges that we know may come our way with these two boys. (I previously blogged about these kids but had left it in a draft form. . . I’m going to publish that post now as it seems so fitting.)We decided to submit an interest form on them along with another sibling group.

So currently, we have four recent interest forms submitted in addition to the ones we’ve already submitted or that our adoption agency has submitted.

Here are the most recent four (Links will take you to more info about them):

Billy and Tabatha

Kaleigh, Kainaan, Kobin, and Kassie ( (Videos(2))

Takoda and Tyler

James and Ricky

So, I will continue to pray specifically for the things I want for our kids but will sit back, anxiously wait, and find out from God who are kids will be. I found I was so aware of this yesterday at church. I was completing the sign-in sheet that we use and paused at the blanks where you list your children. . . I sat and wondered, “What names will I be putting there?”

Kids In The Kitchen

One of the things that I strongly believe is that kids should be in the kitchen. They should be cooking right along side you. They’re really never too young to get a start. For one thing, it builds self-esteem, gives them attention, and builds upon family relationships. I also know that if you are having problems getting them to eat, it’s the fastest easiest way to get them to eat. . . they’ll eat what they cook.

My nephew has cooked with me since he was probably less than 2 years old. Pancakes are most likely his favorite thing to eat. He does it all himself. I love to watch him cook them now. And I always stand utterly amazed at the size of the pancakes he flips over. So much better at it than me.

The weekend of the blueberry festival was no exception. He and I baked a cobbler that we entered into the cobbler contest. He helped DH grill the chicken and helped me make the cornbread. And, we made a pie from scratch- pie crust, filling, and meringue. Seperating eggs with him was a real whoot! But we only messed one up and I think that was me and how I explained to him to do it. The next morning, he made pancakes . . . of course!

Here’s some pics of us in the kitchen. . . (DH likes to take advantage of me in these moments and snap shots. . ’cause he knows I want these moments captured.)


(It’s pictures like these that makes me just love my wide angle possibilities)

Now, the mess in the kitchen. . . well it cleans up. . . Always does no matter how big of a mess we make. And, let me tell you, we had a HUGE mess after this weekend.

2008 Blueberry Festival

(Since I still need to even look at some of the pics from last weekend’s exciting outing- and deleted some of them on accident- I thought I’d go back to share the Blueberry festival from June with you. . . .)Each June, around my birthday, we celebrate the Blueberry Festival. I remember going to my first Blueberry festival back in college on the day I turned 21. There is so much good stuff to any small town festival and this year’s was especially fun. My best friend, her parents, and our nephew came for the blueberry festival. Because the festivities started so early and we didn’t want my nephew to miss the pet parade, we went in two groups. DH, my nephew, and I being the gluttons for punishment that got up really early.

 


I love this picture! It sums up the fun and element of surprise that the day held for our dear nephew. It was so fun to watch him experience all the events of the day.

It started with pancakes:

Notice the hats. . . . DH is wearing the “same” hat he’s worn since our nephew was first born. It’s about the 10th edition, I think. You know how men are when you squish their hats. . . well, my nephew can do no wrong to his hats. He’s stood on them, chewed on them, over the years. We buy these hats each time we get to visit the King Ranch. They’ve changed the camo pattern on the bill. You can see the new pattern on our nephew’s hat . . . DH let him borrow a hat.

We had a good time experiencing the pancake breakfast but I have to say our nephews makes a much much better pancake all by himself.

After that, it was time to turn in our cobbler entry. We made it just for fun and for the experience:

Well, actually, we had to wait to turn it in. . . so we made DH hold the cobbler while we took pictures:

(See that balloon. . . later in the day, I was bouncing it up and down while it was still strung to him. . . and it came untied and went up into the sky. I felt awful!)


Not the best shot technically, but here we are in the bank window together.

We waiting a good long while. . . .

Most of my nephew pictures where of the back side of all the puppies. At the time, he did not know we were also waiting for the pet parade to begin. A dog would walk by and then he would start taking pictures. We finally did turn in our cobbler.


This is DH’s allergist’s granddaughters with their dog in the parade.

A snowcone. . (It was really warm) and the car show where DH was kind and got in the shot for me. . . knowing our nephew we want him in the picture:

Petting Zoo. . . we went there like three times!

Do you see the smile below? It will be the last time he smiles while petting a cat in my presence. . . After this he started rubbing his eyes which were getting red and watery. . . then says, “Oh I forgot I’m allergic to cat litter”. I did not know it at the time but later clarified with his mom. . . he’s allergic to cats. Thankfully, we were able to avoid benadryl and had some eye drops for his eyes.

Fast forwarding. . . it rained briefly and we put our cameras away. We went to two art galleries and it was so cool to watch the wheels turning in his mind as he saw the different artwork. We came across some abstract art and he said “I don’t get it”. Neither did I and since all the pieces were named “Untitled #1″, “Untitled #2″, etc. I don’t think the artist got it either. But it was in this same gallery store that we found the hit of the day. A sculpture of deer. The “little guy” spent a long time studying it and talking about all the details. (Gonna have to explore sculpture more with him)

We then ate a fru-fru place in town which serves quiche. I was amazed that DH never flinched at the prices. We were having such a good time with a taste of the good life even if we can only borrow our nephew. Now, my nephew and I have the same food tastes and if there wasn’t undeniable proof that he did not come from my womb, then I would say he was mine. I knew he’d like the quiche but when the owner felt sorry for him, she offered him a grilled cheese before we could order him quiche. Of course, when he tried mine, he said he’d get quiche next time. I just said, “I told you so”. . . He knows that DH would never pay for something that he won’t like and I would never make him eat something he isn’t going to like. He proceeded to order a huge brownie since they didn’t have cheesecake.

The light rain subsided and we went back to the petting zoo. . then met up with our other guests. Eventually we go to pick blueberries. . .

I snapped these while we waiting in line with our nephew and my best friend.

Picking blueberries:

While we waited for the shuttle back to town, my nephew and I played with macro photography.
 

Love You Tube

While I was posting the entry below, I thought about how we need to hurry over to Wal-mart to buy those tubes before they’re gone as I think they’re starting to get rid of their summer things. So, I emailed Cody about it. He replied back that he thought the weather might be too cold. I reminded him our trip last September and how hot it was. I also looked up and shared with him that the average temp there is 89° and the high temp is 108° for September. Needless to say, he replied back “OK”

So, feeling full of gratitude that we can email back and forth like that at work, I sent back one last message that simply read “I love you”.

And you know how he replied?

“love you tube”

That’s so my husband. It’s dangerous emailing back and forth with him at work because I often am literally laughing out loud with no one in my office.

Vacation

So, yesterday, I told you all about the wedding and our decisions that we have to make around it. Still have not booked the hotel yet but I did discuss it with Cody yesterday. We’re in agreement that we need to stay in San Marcos. We just need to find the hotel.

Then, we took a look at the many directions we could go. I think we’ve decided on going a bit west. . . well “bit” for Texas- as in compared to going all the way West to El Paso, it’ll be a short drive. We’re thinking we go west to Sonora and see the cave there. It’s different from many of the other caves that can be toured in Texas in the way its formations are and I’ve wanted to go for 10+ years now. Then, I think we’ll camp at a state park near that’s between the two locations that should have tubing in crystal clear blue water but much more like lots of nature trails and “hunting” blinds for wildlife photography. Sounds peaceful and relaxing.

The cave (from the website):

 Reduced: 79% of original size [ 642 x 182 ] – Click to view full image

The state park is along the Llano River

It feels good to have some type of plan in place. For the most part, we’ll play the rest of the trip by ear. But, I do want to run to Wal-mart and buys us a couple of tubes.

Wedding #2

This “summer” we have two weddings to attend. If you’ve been hanging out with me on the Conversations on the Porch Swing threads, you know that I often characterize them as the tale of two opposites. But, the grooms are my husband’s two best friends.

The first wedding was last month and the next wedding is in September. While planning for the first was simple since it was nearby (though more out in the tullies than we thought), this next wedding is what feels like halfway across the state near Austin (though that’s not quite accurate). But, we’re really excited about going. Of course, it’s 288 miles according to mapquest to what’s often considered the center of the state.

This in turns means that we have to make some serious plans for getting there and lodging. Problem is that even as of yet, I don’t feel completely confident I can make those plans. We will definetely be attending the wedding but I don’t know how many of us there will be. . . give me another month or month and a half or so and I bet I could tell you. It also means we don’t know how long we can be gone. If, by what seems to be a small miracle, we have children placed with us by then, they’ll still be in school.

We’ve managed to make our leave plans fit around the uncertainty and have left our self time to take a little vacation after the wedding. . . if we don’t have kids. Our bosses know that our plans are subject to change.

So now, I need to figure out the lodging. . . and really pretty soon. The wedding’s in a town that only has bed and breakfast’s. . . I don’t think that’s going to work both cost and #’s/ flexibility wise. So, we can either stay in Austin (ugh big city) or one of the two smaller towns between there and San Antonio. One is more expensive but often has great concerts (remember our Gruene Hall trip), the other has cheaper lodging but sometimes more traffic.

That kinda leads me to the rest of our time off and vacation ideas. I’m leaning towards staying in the cheaper of the two towns. This would leave us more money for the rest of the trip (which if extended, we’ll likely be camping). So, What do we do with the rest of our time if we have it???? We can certainly find things to do around there. But, then I realized we’re halfway across the state. . . which means a lot of other places suddenly became quite closer. Unfortunately, Debby’s is not one of the closer places. We’d also then be a straight shot to one of our favorite places in Oklahoma. (Which is like 350 plus miles from Austin area). So, since it’s looking more and more like we’ll be making this trip the two of us, what do we do? Where do we go?

My New Digital Slr And No Adoption News

There’s no news on the adoption front. The wait was about to drive me crazy and still threatens to drive me crazy. Last month, I found that fixating on a new camera really helped. I needed something to fixate on to help me get through this. I weighed the options and a new camera and photography seemed like a good choice. It’s not something that I would cast aside once we got kids. In fact, it would be better for me to get a DSLR and learn it now, so that when we have kids, I’ll be better at it. So, after much discussion, DH broke down and let me get a new Digital SLR.

I have had so much fun taking pictures. And it really has given me something new to concentrate on. Here’s a slide show of the shots I took last month:

The first few are shot with my brother’s Canon XTI
The rest. . . with my Nikon D80 and either the 18-55 VR lens or the 55-200 VR lens.

Picture Locations in order:
SFA Arboretum
The Long Way Home
Our Yard
The SFA Arboretum
Tyler Rose Garden
Tyler/ Caldwell Zoo
My Parents House
Tiger Creek Refuge
Tyler/ Caldwell Zoo
The Long Way Home
Our Town
The Long Way Home
Me at Home (Mixing brownies from the comfort of my chair)
The Trail Downtown
And The Long Way Home

Can you tell I like to go the long way home to take pictures?

Blessed

About a month ago, a wise old man shared with the rest of our congregation a really need way to share our faith. I just love that man and I hang on his every word. . Though he’s in his 80′s his mind is still sharp as a tack. He has a wonderful way of putting things in perspective often using his 80 years of history.

What do you say when you are asked “How are You?” His answer, “Blessed”

It serves as a reminder that he is blessed (of course, he would tell you that he feels blessed for each minute he’s given.) It’s a reminder to those who hear it that they are blessed as well. It’s also an opening to evangelize to others.

I really want to start answer the usual question, “How are You?” with the “blessed” response. Instead of. . . alright, good (which often is kinda a lie), or tired, etc. . . Because in truth, I can always answer “blessed” no matter how I’m feeling.

He Wears The Pants; But He Spoils Me

When I purchased my new digital SLR, I vowed to cut out all my extra spending. This also meant spending on additional items for my camera. I would make due with the memory cards, hard drives, etc that I had for my camera. The only possible exception would be for a camera bag. That has meant using the four 1 GB cards that I already had. Shooting Raw and Jpeg, that’s meant I can get around 65 pictures for a card. . . Which for me is not many but in the cases where I thought I’d go through the four cards, I’ve brought my laptop and it’s worked.

Then, I had to get clothes because all my pants are suited for winter not for 100+ temps. So, I bought some clothes because I absolutely needed them. DH agreed that I really needed them. I decided I would put the birthday money that I rec’d towards them. So, I’ve still been trying to be real good and have been successful.

Yesterday at lunch, DH and I went to Staples. I needed some cardstock for a church project. Of course, we had to go over to the techie side of the store to say hi to the Staples Computer Geek, aka my brother. So, as we’ve been prone to do when we head over that way for quite some time now, we checked out the prices and deals on both SD cards and External Hard Drives. . . two of the things I know I need. . . but really it was to look like customers while we talked to my brother (you won’t tell his boss will you? if you do, tell him I’m also shamelessly promoting Staples and ridicuoulous deals that they have.)

Not only did they have some really good deals on their external hard drives, but there to feast our eyes upon was an 8 GB SDHC card for less than $30 (ok, pennies less but I can’t remember the exact # of pennies). I told DH it was tempted but that I was keeping to my promises. He said we’d see what we’d get for my birthday. I knew I had “already spent” that money and didn’t think anything else about it.

Later yesterday evening, I met up with my mom for church council and my DH went to hang out with the Geek. Mom gave me my birthday card with money inside. My brother, aka Geek, told my DH that he could not believe that we walked out of Staples empty handed. Since church and the bank are on the same side of town, after the meeting DH and I went to the bank and deposited the money. After all, I’ve already spent it.

Then DH starts a conversation with me starting, “I’m just asking” with that “Don’t shoot me, I don’t want to start a fight voice”

And then it started. . . . I could not resist taking action on DH’s words that followed, “Do you want to go to Staples and get that card?”

Oh, I asked allright, “Are you sure?” following up with “I already spent the money, remember?”

But, he said yes.

Like he’s said to me a million times. . . like he said when he gave his blessing for me to order the camera in the first place and so very many other times I’ve wanted something.

And so, to Staples we went. I had the card in the camera before we even got through the first light. That card gets me over 500+ pictures at Raw and Jpg!!!! I realized then that a burden, even though it was a manageable one, had been lifted. With my nephew coming to town, it was perfect timing. I can shoot to my heart’s desire and not worry that I’ll be plagued by the limit of four 1 GB cards. . . or by missing a shot when the card gets full, I don’t realize it, and can’t get the thing to take the picture. I thanked him over and over again as we drove home.

On the way home DH relayed the story of how my brother couldn’t believe I’d left Staples at lunch empty handed. I don’t guess my brother realized that DH wears the pants in the family (though he works with me and perhaps we share really just share them).

DH does wear the pants in the family but I know that I’m also very spoiled. I’m a lucky gal. Gosh I love that man.

Feeling Raw Or Jpeg?

My DH. . . he’s so crazy.

A few weeks back I told him I was going to email him every 10 minutes while we were both at work. . . joking of course. . . so when I emailed him right after lunch I told him this was the first of many emails he would be getting from me. He replied, “your only response”. Loved it and in fact, I’ve kept it in my inbox. . . so true to him. . . (I replied with LOL and he replied with “LOL- Lots of Lunches”)

So, as I don’t guess I’ve had the opportunity to share here on my blog, I got a Digital SLR last month. Well, my brother got one first, then I got one. My brother and I spent nearly every moment we saw each other talking about the Digital SLR world. . . and lots of time talking about RAW vs. Jpeg. I didn’t realize how much we’d talked about it- especially in DH’s presence until Tuesday morning.

We stayed up half the night Monday watching a Stanley Cup Finals game that went into three overtime periods. . . and nearly a fourth. We’d been watching the game for 5 hours by the time it was over. Early on, I realized that if the Red Wings won it would be the last hockey game for a while and my last excuse to yell at the TV. So, I talked and yelled to the TV. Then as the game progressed I determined the only way I was going to be able to stay awake was to yell at the TV. . . So five hours later, I was still hollering at the TV (I was rooting for the Penguins and they won. . . perhaps the listened?).

The next morning was brutal. . . I was exhausted and so was DH. While we were getting our lunches ready for work, I told him that my throat felt raw from all the yelling. . . His reply “You don’t feel jpeg?”

LOL! That’s my husband for you. Always witty . . . . and mostly always there to make me smile.

Then There Was This Wait

I wish I could post some update to our Adoption Story. But, there is none. We’re still waiting. Lord, we’re waiting as patiently as we can. But, it’s getting tough and we’re getting antsy.

This waiting, these empty arms, the wondering, it’s all getting a bit old. I know that God will bring us our kids in good time and I just have to trust him. But, lately, it’s been getting tougher and tougher. We wait and watch others with kids. We wait and get moments with other people’s kids. We wait and we wait and we wait.

I knew I was growing weary but dealing with it. But lately, Cody’s been expressing just how much this wait is wearing on him to his friends. When he starts talking about it, I know it’s really bothering him. And so, then it grows more weary for me because I hate that he feels it too.

It’s an process that’s filled with mix emotions. Searching for kids through the online list often feels too much like online shopping. In our search to find our kids we have to weed out the ones that are not a good fit, so you find yourself looking at the listing much the same way you would a page of clothes when you’re shopping. Then, when you find someone you are interested in, you submit an interest form. That’s when, as Cody says, it’s like fishing. You put your line out there and you wait for a bite. And we wait.

Then you wonder when God is calling you take further action to move this along. Our adoption agency has offices all over Texas. The overall agency has been put on a Monitoring plan 1 which means that they are not doing so hot- they need more monitoring than other facilities. And, they are on corrective action. This often means suspending placements for particular offices. I know that our particular office has not faced the suspension of placements. But, having come from licensing and truly understanding the situation, I hate being with an agency that isn’t complying. And, I’m not confident that they are really fighting for us when they get listings of children. I know there are probably quite a few sibling groups that should be listed online that aren’t.

We’ve thought about switching agencies. In looking at compliance, there’s only one that truly looks better than this one. But, it’s intertwined with my work life. I used to regulate some day cares they own, my co-worker deals with some of their contracts on a regular basis, her contact there is a former employee and so is that person’s husband. And, their website talks about charging for their services. Plus, we just don’t know what kind of set back that would all cause. I just keep praying that God will show us the way.

And, as this wait continues, I keep praying that it will all be over soon, for I know the wait will all be worth it in the end.

Creative Playtime Instead Of Creative Art

For quite some time now, in the evenings, I find myself playing in Photoshop with adjustment layers and some of my pictures. I want to be creative but I just don’t feel like I have enough juice at the end of the day to create a work of art (aka scrapbook page. . . not necessarily art but a full something.) I can play with pictures and see the different ways I can change them without too much thought. I sometimes save my changes to another file; other times I don’t. In all the playing I’m learning. I know that if I really wanted to make some finer changes to just simply make a better pictures, I’m confident that I could.

Here’s an example, one I worked on a bit tonight. . . This is the original picture (except it’s cropped):

And here are six different variations created with various combos of layers:

Of course, this isn’t the high quality version.

The layers in this file include:
1- A copy with Hard Light blending mode
2- Exposure
3- Layers
4- 2 different color balance layers
5- A Hue/Saturation layer
6- A layer that makes all but the flower black and white
7- A layer with a black border (and then different transparencies and blending modes)

I like to turn some layers on, turn some off, and see what I’ve got.

I’d love to hear which variations you like most or what you think.