Standard Posted by Brenda Davis Harsham Posted on January 26, 2014 Posted under Photography, Poetry Comments 32 Comments Big Boots, Little Boots my daughter’s boots snugged beside her daddy’s, new footsteps following Note: Inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge: Juxtaposition by the Daily Post. Ways to Share this:EmailPrintTwitterPinterestFacebookMoreTumblrPocketLinkedInRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related bootschildrendaughterhaikukidsmagicphotographpostaday Post navigation ← CHOICES FOR THE SOUL HAĪBUN, by Brenda Davis Harsham Of Crystal Palaces and Brothers → 32 thoughts on “Big Boots, Little Boots” Love the post. The tiny boots look cute resting to the bigger ones 🙂 LikeLike Reply Ayesha, Thanks! It warmed my heart when I saw them. So precious, a daughter’s love for her dad. 🙂 Thanks for your comment. Warmly, Brenda LikeLike Reply every picture tells a story and this is a lovely story! LikeLike Reply I thought so, too, thanks. I was walking by, and I saw the boots, lined up so carefully, not by me, and I was really moved. LikeLike Reply Yes beautiful LikeLike Reply Ah, lovely. LikeLike Reply Thanks! LikeLike Reply Pingback: Weekly Photo Challenge: JUXTAPOSITION | The Adventures of Iñigo Boy Brenda, That is a great photo, and I am glad I took the time to actually reread the title, because…….. you never know where my mind goes. LOL LOL. Take care, Bill LikeLike Reply LOL I hope your heart rate is okay!! LikeLike Reply Wonderful Brenda. Amazing how such a profound haiku can come out of mundane things as boots! LikeLike Reply Thanks, yes, stories and poetry are all around us, if we just notice them. LikeLike Reply Pingback: Caged |Weekly Photo Challenge: Juxtaposition | Ireland, Multiple Sclerosis & Me Very adorable. Especially since missing my grown daughter. I loved seeing all the little shoes and boots around the house. My 4 year old niece visited us this week reminding me of all the fun I had with my own kids. LikeLike Reply So cute the way she lined hers up with her daddy’s. She announced last night that her daddy owed her lots of snuggling. I asked her why, and she make her tiger-growly face and said, “Because you wake me up EVERY MORNING.” LOL LikeLike Reply It’s great that your blog will be a record of the love you have for your kids. LikeLike Reply Thanks, I do love my kids. My daughter said to me, would I give her my necklace when she grows up (she’s 4) at the same meal where she was hitting up her father for more snuggling. “Mom, when I grow up, will you give me your necklace to remember you by?” Oh, man. I told her, she didn’t have a prayer of forgetting me ever, and I might give her my necklace someday because I love her, but not to bribe her to remember me. LOL LikeLike Reply Pingback: Day 14: Weekly Photo Challenge: Juxtaposition | Dublin + 1 picture = 365 days! so symbolic, says it all. LikeLike Reply She placed them there. My husband wouldn’t have, and I was moved when I saw them. LikeLike Reply That was a cute Haiku. I will say this though, they seem a little bit old(wink wink) LikeLike Reply Hubby bought his boots with me, so they aren’t older than our marriage. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Vert sweet 🙂 LikeLike Reply Thanks! LikeLike Reply Aw, this nearly made me cry…owp, no, I am crying! …parenthood is such a big responsibility, our little ones following in our footsteps…I hope I leave deep ones going in the right direction! LikeLike Reply I’m sure you will. And our kids get big feet of their own, and soon we will be following in theirs. 🙂 LikeLike Reply True! 🙂 LikeLike Reply Pingback: Weekly Photo Challenge / B4 Retouch: Juxtaposition (Class at Musée d’Orsay) | What's (in) the picture? Reblogged this on Manoj Arora, Writer. and commented: I’d like to reblog this. Awesome piece. LikeLike Reply Okay, thanks! LikeLike Reply Where’s the mama’s boots? Good one. LikeLike Reply I’m tidy and put them away in the closet. Life father, like daughter. LOL LikeLike Reply Comments welcome! Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.