Reception
They are so in love! It was an awesome wedding day and so fun to shoot!
A Beautiful San Francisco Trip
My beautiful Rockies I got to se en route to CA
A day surrounded by Redwoods and waterfalls was a most beautiful dream!
A hall at Stanford. Beautiful campus.
A mural on the outside of the Oakland Temple. I thought the faces were beautiful.
Rhubarb Pie!
Rhubarb pie has always been my favorite and I don't have many favorites. It has become hard to find since the more popular version is strawberry rhubarb (which to me is an adulteration) so I haven't had a slice for a long while now. I was at the store with my roommate when she asked what this strange red celery looking thing was in the produce. IT WAS RHUBARB! I got giddy and decided to try to make my own rhubarb pie...
It's so tasty....it's going to be a great week with this friend around!
Alice
"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to go," said the Cat.
Wichita Wildlife Refuge
I went camping in OK just 3 or so hours north of Dallas with some good friends.
I've blogged about Brett Weston before....I sure like him.
I loved every minute!
Finnegan
I'm in love...
Meet my nephew...Finnegan Locke. What a handsome boy!
I wanted to give something to this baby...something that would help him feel comfy and warm in this world. I thought about making him a blanket and then I remembered my sewing skills and that option was out. So I made a pillow!
It was a fun project. It's not as cute as he is but it's one more soft and cozy thing he can enjoy!
Meet my nephew...Finnegan Locke. What a handsome boy!
I wanted to give something to this baby...something that would help him feel comfy and warm in this world. I thought about making him a blanket and then I remembered my sewing skills and that option was out. So I made a pillow!
I feel better when...
This was what I had for lunch today:
If you're wondering if that cheese says Tillamook I will tell you that it does. I couldn't resist it....I was in heaven this afternoon....life couldn't have been better. And in that cup you see there is a delicious banana smoothy. A most blissful concoction inspired by Brasil. 1+1= a very happy me!
If you're wondering if that cheese says Tillamook I will tell you that it does. I couldn't resist it....I was in heaven this afternoon....life couldn't have been better. And in that cup you see there is a delicious banana smoothy. A most blissful concoction inspired by Brasil. 1+1= a very happy me!
(i love cheese)
Bye Bamboo
My bamboo died. I didn't think it was so sad till I realized I've left it out...dead, black, and dried up. I can't throw it away....that's when I realized that I am sad my bamboo is dead. I've had this bamboo for YEARS (at least 8). Bamboo, in my opinion, is the coolest plant. I love all things green. I will always have a plant if not plants in my home, but bamboo combines so elegantly aesthetics with plant-ness. It's a living art and it's so pretty. Throw in a cool pot and you've got the greatest thing in your very possession.This plant traveled with me from CO to ID for school and then back to CO where my parents loving cared for it while I was in Brazil. Then it came with me to UT and we lived happily for 3 years before it joined me on my long haul to TX. Now, my bamboo did not like to travel.....and there were probably a couple of times that I was a bit neglectful, but it always pulled through. (well......except for that one time that I had to do a photo project from all scanned objects up in ID and I thought it would be a good idea to scan my bamboo....I don't know. I lost one then and the trio became a duo, but these 2 were fighters.) Every time I noticed my neglect or they underwent a move all I had to do was give them a little therapy (extra love and classical music if you'd like a tip) and they would perk right back up. Now that's something.
We both were adjusting fine to TX when I left it for a month. I had to leave rather suddenly and in the rush I forgot to arrange for it to be taken care of. When I got back I had never seen it look so bad! It was bad. I did some major therapy...and was hopeful. I was expectant more than anything...it had never done anything but perk back up. But then instead of turning greener it turned black. No amount of classical music can turn that around....oh, my bamboo.......
Winter
I feel pleased as a plum about what has happened in TX the past 2 days....
The county was on a "severe weather alert" all day....made me smile. (To their credit it was a record snowfall.)
gain, get, grasp...master
Bluestocking: a woman with considerable scholarly, literary, or intellectual ability or interest.
Interest?....check.
I'm working on ability part.
I got excited when these were the books I got to check out for my history paper....such delicious looking books aren't they? Yes, luckily I think the content is delicious as well....but just look them! Oh, I love graduate school.
Interest?....check.
I'm working on ability part.
I got excited when these were the books I got to check out for my history paper....such delicious looking books aren't they? Yes, luckily I think the content is delicious as well....but just look them! Oh, I love graduate school.
BOO TO YOU!
One of the reasons I love the Fall so much is because of Halloween! Yesterday was the first day of October and as thus it was the first day I could put up my decorations. Do you find my pumpkin menacing?
Happy Autumn
"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns." ~George Eliot
I bought myself a bouquet of pumpkins to remind myself that it's Fall. Who knew you could even buy bouquets of pumpkins! I was thrilled to my core...I love this time of year.
I bought myself a bouquet of pumpkins to remind myself that it's Fall. Who knew you could even buy bouquets of pumpkins! I was thrilled to my core...I love this time of year.
Polaroid Lifts
For those of you not aware what a Polaroid lift is: There are various kinds of Polaroid, not only the kind that were popular back in the 80's that you shake until the image shows up. Though the idea is the same, the image is instantaneous. You can actually go through a process where you boil the picture and then lift the emulsion off and you can put it anywhere. I composed these series out of my lifts. It's like peeling off dried rubber cement and trying to keep it intact....it was a blast. One of my favorite projects. The originals are hanging in my home (I scanned them into the computer so I could share the with you). That is the special thing about Polaroids, they are 100% non-duplicable. Each image is an original. I would love to create tender nostalgic art pieces like these for people of the things that remind them of their loved ones.
Storms Never Last
When I was a child I was frustrated every time a storm ended. Perhaps because in CO there are an estimated 300 days of sun (the most in the US, by the way) meaning that whatever bad weather was happening that day was almost guaranteed to also end that day.
I would revel in the storms, especially rain with lightening and thunder. They were exhilarating to me. The colors they created were inspiring and refreshing. And the excitement that came with knowing something bigger than me was happening would envelope my whole self. I loved it. And it was always annoyingly short-lived.
Now, at the risk of being too personal without getting too personal I recently went through my own personal storm. This storm did not have the same affect on me as the thunderstorms of childhood. It actually created a lot of fear in my life and was not until much turmoil, extensive pondering, and needed action that it brought about its own kind of exhilaration and awe inspiring affect. I'll share what I learned from it in a minute, but the storm did pass. Though it was annoyingly long-lived.
I recently moved to TX and quickly learned that thunderstorms here are not like ones I'm used to. I have never seen such lightening. I have never heard such cracking. It leaves one longing for the echoed gift of thunder that is only offered to those miles from where the strike itself is fiercely whipped. Honestly, it's a little scary. Luckily the sky-wrenching crack occurs between bouts of thunder and the storms themselves are short-lived. Minutes sometimes even. The rain tonight came down in pelts and the interspersed flashes could be seen incessantly from inside blinded windows. But as soon as I thought I had finally reached a point of comfort with the storm so much as to not notice it anymore I realized the comfort was because it ended. I had a friend want get up and leave where we were to go and play in the storm. I laughed, I thought that was charmingly frivolous. And I remembered how I felt during my childhood storms. Of course, adult responsibility trumped or perhaps fear of social norms and this friend of mine did not leave to go play in the storm. It passed before we even had to leave the building only to resume a few hours later.
I was home alone when I suddenly heard the water dripping so loud I thought we had a pipe burst in our house. It was the rain come back full force. I think the combination of earlier being reminded of my childhood love for storms as well as the romanticized laissez-faire attitude portrayed in the movie I was watching is what caused me to want to explore this storm. I realized that part of my fear was my lack of experience, my fear of the unknown. I wanted to face it. (At first I wanted to photograph it. Then I remembered the pelting rain and so gingerly returned my unprotected electronic piece of equipment to the apartment.) I wanted to step outside and watch the lightening. Then I saw that my porch was no cover for the sweeping shower. I stepped out into it to see if I could see any of the lightening. I loved the heavy drops falling all around me. Two drops would have been enough to make me feel wet due to their expansive splats. It took seconds for me to get duly sopped. I was having fun. There were a few flashes that illuminated the whole sky defining what seemed to be one mammoth cloud as voluminous layers. Though, before I could become soused I saw that strike of lightening with the immediate crack from its whip and it sent me bounding back indoors. Yet, keeping in Texan tradition the storm shortly passed.
Storms never last.
One of my favorite quotes happens to be a scripture in the Bible, "I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith. . ." (2Tim4:6)
It is for that reason I will face the unknown, embrace change, and continue moving whether the storm is enchanting or terrifying, short-lived or long-lived. After all, storms never last.
The following is a photograph I took that is completely unrelated to this post. It is of my favorite trees.....aspens.
I would revel in the storms, especially rain with lightening and thunder. They were exhilarating to me. The colors they created were inspiring and refreshing. And the excitement that came with knowing something bigger than me was happening would envelope my whole self. I loved it. And it was always annoyingly short-lived.
Now, at the risk of being too personal without getting too personal I recently went through my own personal storm. This storm did not have the same affect on me as the thunderstorms of childhood. It actually created a lot of fear in my life and was not until much turmoil, extensive pondering, and needed action that it brought about its own kind of exhilaration and awe inspiring affect. I'll share what I learned from it in a minute, but the storm did pass. Though it was annoyingly long-lived.
I recently moved to TX and quickly learned that thunderstorms here are not like ones I'm used to. I have never seen such lightening. I have never heard such cracking. It leaves one longing for the echoed gift of thunder that is only offered to those miles from where the strike itself is fiercely whipped. Honestly, it's a little scary. Luckily the sky-wrenching crack occurs between bouts of thunder and the storms themselves are short-lived. Minutes sometimes even. The rain tonight came down in pelts and the interspersed flashes could be seen incessantly from inside blinded windows. But as soon as I thought I had finally reached a point of comfort with the storm so much as to not notice it anymore I realized the comfort was because it ended. I had a friend want get up and leave where we were to go and play in the storm. I laughed, I thought that was charmingly frivolous. And I remembered how I felt during my childhood storms. Of course, adult responsibility trumped or perhaps fear of social norms and this friend of mine did not leave to go play in the storm. It passed before we even had to leave the building only to resume a few hours later.
I was home alone when I suddenly heard the water dripping so loud I thought we had a pipe burst in our house. It was the rain come back full force. I think the combination of earlier being reminded of my childhood love for storms as well as the romanticized laissez-faire attitude portrayed in the movie I was watching is what caused me to want to explore this storm. I realized that part of my fear was my lack of experience, my fear of the unknown. I wanted to face it. (At first I wanted to photograph it. Then I remembered the pelting rain and so gingerly returned my unprotected electronic piece of equipment to the apartment.) I wanted to step outside and watch the lightening. Then I saw that my porch was no cover for the sweeping shower. I stepped out into it to see if I could see any of the lightening. I loved the heavy drops falling all around me. Two drops would have been enough to make me feel wet due to their expansive splats. It took seconds for me to get duly sopped. I was having fun. There were a few flashes that illuminated the whole sky defining what seemed to be one mammoth cloud as voluminous layers. Though, before I could become soused I saw that strike of lightening with the immediate crack from its whip and it sent me bounding back indoors. Yet, keeping in Texan tradition the storm shortly passed.
Storms never last.
One of my favorite quotes happens to be a scripture in the Bible, "I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith. . ." (2Tim4:6)
It is for that reason I will face the unknown, embrace change, and continue moving whether the storm is enchanting or terrifying, short-lived or long-lived. After all, storms never last.
The following is a photograph I took that is completely unrelated to this post. It is of my favorite trees.....aspens.
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