Summer is fun, and for many photographers this is the time where we try to take our gear in the water or find other methods of making underwater imagery. I’ve seen a few friends purchase and use the DiCAPac WP-S10 Pro DSLR Camera Series Waterproof Case and I was instantly curious. I waited and watched friends post pictures and share their thoughts.

I finally decided to pull the trigger and purchase the DiCAPac, and shortly after receiving it I saw in a group someone’s fell apart at the shutter release pocket. Still curious about how the DiCAPac performed, I did another water test before securing my camera in side and taking it to the beach.

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The ocean must have been pretty angry Sunday because the waves were much bigger and rougher than any other weekend we’ve been… and we’ve been a lot over the last few months. But, nevertheless, I was still determined to test out my new toy.

If you’re taking your camera in the DiCAPac to the beach, I suggest setting your aperture before you even put the camera in the bag. I couldn’t reach the wheel on the back of the camera with the finger pocket to change it, so I set my aperture to f/5.6 and left it there all day. I don’t normally shoot at 5.6… or anything above 2.8 really.

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I will admit that the DiCAPac is a bit cumbersome. I had to hold the lens sleeve right up to the lens otherwise what I was wanting to shoot had part of the sleeve in the photograph. I didn’t mind this for some of the photographs, but other times I wish I had a better grip on it.

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I did notice that the finger pocket is sensitive. I did continually check it to make sure it didn’t rip. I mean, the ocean waves hit quite a bit harder than normal. But, I think if it were a calm day I wouldn’t have worried so much. I did submerge the DiCAPac a few times, but not intentionally… again, the waves. I may have been smacked right in the face a few times.

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I also want to make mention that I have no intention on fully submerging this contraption on purpose. While my friends images of their people completely underwater are awesome, I just don’t think this is the right tool for that. My main goal with the DiCAPac was to just be able to get in the water with my children and not worry about my camera being damaged.

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Overall, even with the DiCAPac being somewhat bulky and having to hold the lens sleeve to the lens, I’m happy with it. I can get in the water with my people and my camera. I can take pictures of water splashing and my children happy. They can play in the water and I can get close without worrying about whether or not I’m going to have water damage.

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No matter what apparatus you’re using to get in the water, always always ALWAYS do a water test before putting your gear inside, check for any potential damage to the outside of the DiCAPac for water to get into the bag… and have fun!

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So. We’re moved.

Things are mostly unpacked.

The kids are enjoying their new spaces.

and I am enjoying all the new spaces to photograph them in.

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So. We’re moving again.
Not far. Just down the road.

But still.
We have to pack all over again.

I will admit… I am super excited for this move. We’ve walked through the house a couple of times, during different times of the day, and I am beginning to feel inspired again. I know that sounds strange to be inspired by a move, but to be honest, moving from the Seattle area earlier this year completely drained me emotionally. I haven’t really felt the need or want to photograph much of anything for a while.

This move feels like a fresh start.


Home is defined as “the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household,” and “relating to the place where one lives.”

My Grama always used to say, “home is where the laundry is.”

But what is home?

Is it a house, in any location? The house you grew up in?

Is it a place? Is it a town? Is it where ever your family picks up and moves to?

I think this answer is different for everyone. For me, I used to consider my grandparent’s house “home.” I spent more time there as a child than anywhere else, to include both of my parent’s houses. Almost every single childhood memory I have goes directly back to that house. I remember when the dirt road to get to the house took at least 5 minutes to get down because the highway hadn’t been expanded yet and the pot holes and my Grampa having to let the truck with the trailer only go 5 miles an hour so he didn’t pop a tire… or worse. I remember when the house didn’t have the doors on the leintoo and my grandfather would pull the truck and trailer clear up passed the mailbox and back them in with incredible precision. I am convinced that man could still do that with his eyes closed. I remember pulling my bike out of the garage and riding almost to the high way, cutting through the old dingy efficiency apartments/motel and riding to the next street over because it was paved. There used to be a building right next to that old motel (that is no longer there) that had fallen apart. The roof had long been caved in, and the walls were coming down. Into my teenage years, I went on my first real date leaving from that house. I left for many parties from that house. I learned quite a bit about the cars I drove while living in that house. I learned how to change my own oil, and tires in the drive way of my grandparent’s house. I even replaced the timing belt in my old Chevy Cavalier with my Grampa at that house. I heard many lectures and stories of my Grampa’s childhood from that house. (Anyone heard the story of how our grandparents had to walk to school and home uphill both ways in the Michigan snow?) I quit high school and got my GED from that house. I messed up more times than I can count in that house. I left for the military while living in that house.

After I left for the military and married (my now ex-husband), my Grama would say, “home is where the laundry is.” When I’d call and express how much I missed home. I missed my best friend, the Florida beaches, the warm… ok, hot… weather, the sunshine, my friends (or, at least, who I thought were my friends), just sitting on the back porch with my Grampa talking about whatever it was that he heard on the news or what happened at work or any of the other various things we’d talk about, I missed my Grama’s apple pie (and I still can’t get the recipe right!)…

Germany was a nice place to live for a few years, and a place I would really love to visit again. The markets with fresh produce, the places for kids to play (MegaPlay in Grafenwhöer and the indoor swim park in Nürnberg were our favorites!), the old and historical buildings and cathedrals, and just the way we lived. Four years we lived there, and it’s where I birthed my second child. An experience that has not been forgotten, and one I wish was more common for women in the U.S. But when it came time to leave Germany, I was ready. I was ready for paying in dollars, and not euro (and not losing money when I needed to exchange dollars for euro). I was ready to not spend a few thousand dollars and 9 hours on a flight from Germany to visit the U.S…. I still felt sad when I left… there was still so many places we hadn’t visited, and so many beautiful places just within The Old Country that we’d left unseen.

Washington was a beautiful welcome. Our first winter there, just a few weeks after arriving, we got a nasty snow storm that left us without power for 5 days. I thought that if I made it through that winter, Washington would be alright. It turned out to be more that just alright. Never did a place feel so much like home… that wasn’t where I grew up… as Washington. So many things happened in the house my exhusband and I purchased together… We grew apart in that house, his PTSD came to the surface (and stayed) in that house, I cleaned the living room carpet less than 48 hours postpartum in that housee (for reasons I won’t get into right now), I experienced postpartum depression with anxiety in that housee, I mourned the death of one of my sisters in that house, I began to mourn the death of one of my brothers in that house, and I became a single mother to three children in that house. One of my best friends surprise visited me in that house and helped me start to get my shit together after my divorce started. One of my brothers moved in with me in that house and although he only stayed for a short while and we didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things… my favorite place was a spot at the foot of his bed. I made my own friends, outside of the military, in that house. I started and grew my birth photography business in that house. I had a lot of personal growth in that house, despite all the negative that happened. I had friends that turned into family spend time with me and the kids, and many nights of Cards Against Humanity in that house. I went on my first camping trip with my brother (that passed) and a friend, from that house.

It’s been a difficult adjustment since moving back to my hometown. Not that I expected everything to be the same, but I had hoped what I was walking into would be similar to what I had in Washington. I should have known better. But, I do believe that part of my problem is not that Florida isn’t “home,” but that I wasn’t ready to leave Washington. I feel incredibly homesick for a place that I never even stepped foot into until I moved there from Germany. I only have talked to a handful of the friends I had there since moving… out of sight, out of mind? Probably. Most likely. But the sting from not hearing from my people… it still stings.

I’ve been back in my hometown for almost 6 months now. It doesn’t feel like it used to, but it’s starting to feel like home again.

A Color Story Collaboration has quickly become my favorite personal project I’ve taken on. I’ve only been apart of this project since February, but it’s encouraged me to pick my camera up more in the last few months than I have felt like in the last year or so. I was cruising Facebook and I saw this group in my “suggested groups” in the sidebar, and I am so thankful that my curiosity got the best of me this time.

May a color story collaborationA little about each image:

Top Left: Nate and I went to Ron Jon’s in Cocoa Beach after a day date to Grills in Port Canaveral. We weren’t going for anything in particular, but he knew that I haven’t been to Ron Jon’s since I’ve been back home… so we made a day of it. He found some awesome Reef flip flops with a bottle opener on the bottom, and I found this mug. Happy day all around.

LM: Birthday beach weekend!! Last weekend we headed to the beach with friends and Nate’s family for his niece’s birthday. The beach is a normal hang out spot for us on the weekend, but this particular day was a little more fun. Who doesn’t love salt water, fresh salty air and birthday cupcakes?!

LR: When we moved in with Nate, he had this sweet little succulent (the tall one in the planter)… A few weeks ago, we were in Home Depot and decided to purchase a few more sweet little plants and put them all together. This mostly came about because one of the cats knocked the plant off the window ledge and shattered the old planter. This little view is one of my favorites in the house. It just so happened my Swell water bottle made an appearance on the ledge. Hopefully the sugar skulls aren’t a sign that this planter will meet it’s demise in this ledge, too.

Middle Left: Paige Marie. The sweetest, friendliest, loviest pitbull I’ve ever met. And she puts up a lot from my kids, especially Delilah. This day, I forget what I was doing, but Delilah saw Paige napping on the couch (where she’s not supposed to be) and thought it was a good idea to put her Moana sunglasses on her. Paige let her and kept on with her nap. haha.

MM: I’d like to say these were the first signs of summer, but Florida likes to show off and start this season way early… but these are definitely the first signs of summer vacation. My girls and their flip flops… definitely their mother’s children. 😉

MR: This little thrift and book store in St. Cloud used to be an AWESOME cuban place. I remember going in when I was younger and getting their cuban sandwich. A reminder that everything changes, but it’s ok to miss what was.

Bottom Left: Paige got herself a new harness! Nate wasn’t thrilled with turquoise (because she has always had a pink collar). I don’t think she seems to mind. 😛 Paige is one of the only dogs that I’ve never had to worry about taking off as soon as she’s let outside… except when there’s people riding by on their bikes. She’s never bit any of my kids or anyone else I know, but she really enjoys running up to people barking and knocking them off their bikes. (face palm.)

BM: The kids have been into building forts lately. This is a childhood memory of mine with my brothers when I’d visit my dad. Some fun times happened in those forts. I can only hope my children are creating memories that they’ll look back on one day and have a good laugh about.

BR: Bikes! and a messy garage… That turquoise beach cruiser was given to me a few weeks ago by my Grampa. I can’t say I’ve always wanted a beach cruiser, but I am really looking forward to getting her out for a ride soon.

Thanks for stopping by! Next month is pink! So be on the look out for a new color story at the end of June!