Photo book designing service now being offered | Personalized Photobook Design using Your Digital Images

Personally Designed Albums from YOUR photos

Photo album design services Athens PA

I am currently offering personally designed albums using YOUR images. 
Do you need your digital photos from a session, wedding, or other event placed into hardcover memory albums for you?

Remember when you could look back through photo albums, hold them in your hands, while you all laughed together and remembered the moments the years had almost made you forget?

Now most of our images and memories are on our phones or in our computers and we rarely scroll through the photos together and laugh and touch the pages, almost as if we could touch those memories, maybe even the people we loved and are now gone.

Getting back to the basics of life is something important to me, whether it is in raising my children, cooking my food, or printing the photographs of my family in photo books.

This year I am adding photo album services to my list of products and services.

I will either scan images in for you to add to your personally designed album, or use digital images already provided to you by a photographer from your family session, wedding, etc. or I will take the photos for your session and it will include a hardcover memory book for you to hold on to with your children and look through, remembering the important moments of your family.

These images can be from your own digital photo collection or from images you have received from your wedding, reception, or other images from a photographer that were provided to you digitally. Not only that, but photographers, I'll also work with you to design albums for your clients.
You will receive a hardcover memory book, your choice of size, printed on high quality paper with high quality color.


A L B U M S E S S I O N S: 
something new.
something unique.
something special to remember.

To learn more about album design services, contact me at or contact me here.

Pricing will be available soon at the photobook design link.


Lisa R. Howeler

10 on 10 February Winter Weather in Pennsylvania

This is part of a monthly blog circle where we feature ten of our favorite photos from either one day or simply ten recent images we have taken. Find the link to the next person in the circle at the bottom of this post.


Well, winter continues in Pennsylvania. The cold. The snow. The slush. The cold. Did I mention the cold?

Yeah, so it's been cold and this week we were hit with a "snow storm" that actually turned out to be only about 5 inches of snow.

Well, combined with the two inches we got a couple days before it was about 7 inches total this week.

My family and I are definitely looking forward to warmer weather, but the kids had some fun in the snow while we wait.


Pennsylvania Winter
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winter in Pennsylvania Lisa R. howeler copyright
Winter in Pa Lisa R. Howeler
winter in Pennsylvania
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Lisa R. Howeler
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To continue the blog circle, click on Penelope's post at PK Photography.


Windy, your ears are freezing

 Sometimes my dad writes little stories about growing up and that’s when I realize I must have got the storytelling bug from him.

This is something he shared this week on Facebook.

Story, photos and captions by Ronnie Robinson. 

”Windy, Your Ears Are Freezing"

It was a calm but frosty minus zero morning; one of those mornings you could see particles of frost glisten in the air as the sun arose. Windy and I met each other at the Laddsburg Pond Bridge. It is the coldest spot in Laddsburg. It was one of those days that was just too cold for Willis Howell's school bus to start.

Windy, full name Harold Wandell, was a foster child who homed with the loving Effie and Stalwart Carl Norris. He had walked the mile down from the top of the hill. Not much communication in those days and I don't know if they had a phone but neighbors just met-up. We were there to wait for the bus that did not come.

Windy was one of the older boys that would help put the chains on the bus when it would get stuck in a snow drift. That would be a 20 min delay. But a frozen up bus or bad storm could be a 2 hour delay or a no show at all. Some times we would pile up in Willis's station-wagon for the first part of the route, then go to his place and see if the bus would start so as to pick up the remaining students for the trip to the high school.  Windy never wore a hat to school. The top of his ears were starting to turn white and I said "Windy I think your ears are freezing". Then we made our way to New Albany.

photo and caption by Ronnie Robinson | This is the new bridge.In my mind, I see one with narrow steel rails.

photo and caption by Ronnie Robinson | This is the new bridge.In my mind, I see one with narrow steel rails.

Photo and caption Ronnie Robinson | The view of the road from the old Corson home going past our home.

Photo and caption Ronnie Robinson | The view of the road from the old Corson home going past our home.

I don't recall walking or running or how but I remember us being there and then getting a ride to Wyalusing in a milk truck that was picking up milk from the platform at the bottom of Dempsey Hill. You see, we were not that loyal to school but there was to be a WVHS Rams wrestling meet that day and we were on that team.                                                                           

Another event I remember well was: "The After School Blizzard.” Mary,Mary Inez Corson and I got of the school bus one blistery evening to walk the two  mile (well not quite, it was a quarter mile)  up the dirt road to my place. My parents lived there too. The wind was fierce and cutting. It was difficult to see. It was blowing frozen sheets  and chunks of icy frozen snow from the fields.The  previous snows had melted from the sun shine and then refroze. They were now breaking up and air-born in the strong wind. I think the drifts were making it more difficult also, but the blowing ice and the snow is what I remember most. We had to shield our face from getting hit by them. I was about thirteen then and I felt so manly proud because finally I was able to be ahead of my adventurous mentor and surrogate sister. I walked backward some and I could see her still walking.

Photo and caption Ronnie Robinson | You may see a set of foot prints. I vividly picture two sets.

Photo and caption Ronnie Robinson | You may see a set of foot prints. I vividly picture two sets.

Thinking back on this now with a touch of shame I realize it would have been more manly-mature of me to help her.

She may have been wearing a skirt. Girls in that day wore skirts. Sometimes they carried snow pants with them. Also being a good student she may have been carrying books. I don't remember anything after getting to my home. Mary had to walk the five hundred more yards to her home.

Mary, my forever friend, died suddenly at the age of 56. She donated her body to science. She lived in Texas with her husband. My wife Carolyn and I spoke with her when she and her husband were in Bradford County for her father’s funeral.

The portion of that conversation I recall was about being born again. I hope to see my sister again in the “Land Of No More Storms."


In case you missed it. January 28 to Feb. 4 update

I rambled about various things this past week - from faith to photography to early pregnancy loss to the 13 years I worked in small town newspapers. Something for everyone? Well, almost. I didn't ramble about cooking, guns, or politics, so not quite something for everyone. 

So in case you missed it, here is a link to the posts from this past week: