Traditions and photography.

Years ago, back when I was a wee college student in western New York state, a tradition of Pennsylvania Thanksgiving with my second family began. Pumpkin muffins and homemade stuffing made with REAL bread cubes. Sleepy naps on the couch. Black Friday shenanigans.

Mom Forry always made my cozy little bed that feels like a nest every time and Dad Forry always demanded why I wasn't doing photography. So, you see, traditions have a purpose. Dad Forry claims credit for Bit of Ivory's creation. You ask him, he'll say, "I've been telling her for YEARS she needed to be doing this!"

It makes me smile that someone believed and saw the raw potential in me long before I even entertained the idea of pursuing my hidden dream. That was 7 years ago.

Thank, Mom and Dad Forry, for seeing something in me that I didn't and for always asking to see my artwork when I visited. You gave value to my work and pushed me to share.

(Rusty and I can't wait to see you next week down here in Virginia Beach! Save that sofa bed for me in the resort!! ;) )

(Here's your rose, Old Man! ;) )

(Look at those two studs! Yes, folks, that's my hubby on the right!)

- Chelsea :)

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