I believe that everything starts by paying attention. Life is imperfect and any magical light we can bring into our day is worthy of our gratitude. Laughter and love, joy and celebrations slip into our lives with ease but learning to cope with the deep pain life brings to us is also necessary. I do this best with my camera, chasing down light, zooming in and out and pairing it all with truth. 

I live in Western Washington with my husband of 40+ years, in the home where we raised our three sons. We share that home now with our sweet beagle named Basil. 

Thank you so much for stopping by. 


 ©Cathy Sly 2018 


Christmas cookies can't help but be retro - they are memory first, sugar-flour-egg-redhot-gumdrop-sparkle reality second.  

~ Dana Goodyear 

The baking use to start right after Thanksgiving. There were always gingersnaps for Gary, Italian biscotti for Justin, Mexican wedding cakes for me and cream cheese sugar cookies for Brandon and Jordan and there was fudge.  And that was just the beginning. 

I often made my mother's lemon coconut bread and maybe something with almond extract and jam. When the boys were home they helped but after they headed off to college I would make a batch every few nights, tuck them away in the freezer and wait for everyone to come home.  Tins would be filled and the goodness was shared with neighbors and friends and the cookie jar was full the entire holiday season. 

Over the last few years the Christmas baking has almost stopped because let's face it, none of us really need those goodies or sweets any longer. So I have cut way back, making just a few treat here and there. It has been years since I had a child in the kitchen with me to help decorate, so you can imagine how fun this was for me. I sent most of them home with him, but saved a few for us to nibble on. The two he made for Santa have every sprinkle I had in the house on them. 


And really isn't that what it is all about!

Goodness and love and sprinkles. . . 

isn't life grand?