Timing Is Everything

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Thanks goodness for camera bursts that capture movement.

Pretty sure neither girl can hold these poses.

For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week challenge: timing is everything.

20 thoughts on “Timing Is Everything”

awisewomansjourney says:

August 6, 2019 at 1:42 pm

Moments that turn in a lifetime’s memories–well done V.J.! ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 6, 2019 at 4:04 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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simplywendi says:

August 6, 2019 at 12:13 pm

thank you for sharing…….love the energy in the photos.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 6, 2019 at 4:03 pm
  
  Isn’t it great! Thanks.
  
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  1. simplywendi says:
    
    August 6, 2019 at 8:09 pm
    
    🙂
    
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sgeoil says:

August 6, 2019 at 9:58 am

Great shots!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 6, 2019 at 9:59 am
  
  Thanks. So fun!
  
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  1. sgeoil says:
    
    August 6, 2019 at 10:35 am
    
    You are welcome!
    
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Fleur McMorrow says:

August 6, 2019 at 8:28 am

Oh VJ, they (the girls) just look like SO MUCH FUN!! ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 6, 2019 at 9:50 am
  
  So much energy and athletic like their grandma used to be.
  
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  1. Fleur McMorrow says:
    
    August 6, 2019 at 11:28 am
    
    Wow, good genes!
    
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  2. V.J. Knutson says:
    
    August 6, 2019 at 4:03 pm
    
    Ha ha…not sure about those genes…
    
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  3. Fleur McMorrow says:
    
    August 6, 2019 at 9:22 pm
    
    My opinions: the photos of them reflect your “can-do” spirit 🙂 And that will get them far in life.
    
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  4. V.J. Knutson says:
    
    August 6, 2019 at 9:47 pm
    
    They do have that. Sweet girls.
    
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  5. Fleur McMorrow says:
    
    August 7, 2019 at 12:16 am
    
    Are they feisty too? 🙂
    
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  6. V.J. Knutson says:
    
    August 7, 2019 at 1:00 am
    
    Both very different. The cart-wheeler is feisty, the other sensitive.
    
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  7. Fleur McMorrow says:
    
    August 7, 2019 at 1:49 am
    
    Nice balance 🙂
    
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bushboy says:

August 6, 2019 at 7:37 am

Fabulous photos VJ 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 6, 2019 at 9:49 am
  
  Thank you!
  
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  1. bushboy says:
    
    August 6, 2019 at 10:02 am
    
    You’re welcome 🙂
    
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