photo time!!!

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I shot Brooke and Eleri today, we went for like a tribal, earthy feel.My adorable and extremely talented new friend Abby also came to shoot with me! she is so cute, to see her blog and pics of this shoot click here in the blank spot :)

summer!!!!!!

ok, so it's SUMMER!
and i am now an adult, out of high school with a job.
But if you think for one second that is gonna stop me from LIVING IT UP, you are WRONG!
so how does one live it up exactly?
well first one must make a list of things to be done
then well HELLO.... you do the things on your list.
because I am an extremely indecisive person I will just add to the list when I figure out more things I wanna do. IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER, APPARENTLY
1. PHOTOSHOOTS! yes, if ya wanna be in my pics just let me know, i wanna do some shoots with ABBY! and Dayna and anyone else open to the ideas
2. OK what 18 year old girl doesn't want a summer romance, or flirt or SOMETHING? I mean come ON! I mean it's totally MY TURN!!!!
3. Make a crazy music video, like go all out! any of ya in? come on it will be grand!
4.have an epic SALT lake city adventure! wink to you! ;)
5. Have a HEIST Society party! holla to w.w. hale the 5th, MY book boyfriend
6. WRITE! i wanna write at lest SOMETHING every day, even if it's just text message poetry, HUM.... if ya wanna get some of that text message poetry let me know i'll send it your way
8. ART, work on something artistic once a week. I might keep yall posted, maybe
9. wear dresses, NOt everyday, But how cute are girls that wear sun dresses in the summer just because they can? VERY CUTE!
10. bike
11. blogg
12. perfect my sidewalk chalk art skills
13. go on a date!
14. READ!
15. sleep under the stars
16. learn to not hate swimming
17. Build up a tolerance for spicy foods
that's good for now, I think.....

my other blog . my favorite post

i just really like the way it looks here so i'm just linking you there right here . this is the other blog i do it's my 365 photography blog.

June 4th 2011

The truth hits our hearts not like a bullet but a cannonball
Demolishing all that we thought
Shattering the ideal little picture frames that held who we thought we were
Showing us how very very far from good we are
The sun rises on who we are determined to be
Illuminating all we still don't know
Manifesting to us that behind each set of eyes
Behind the smiles and the laughs, the thick outer shell
Behind each character is someone REAL
Someone with a story we almost never catch a peek of
Someone with a heart that might be more broken than your own
Someone who needs any shard

so... I won first place in my schools literary magazine contest! I'm not even gonna lie I'm thrilled! I just sometimes feel like my words will never get me anywhere, so it was a very nice boost of confidence, plus the $50 doesn't hurt either! Sorry, not tryning to brag.... but it's my blog, I can brag if I want too! I won for my piece Persephone's frozen cures. It's one of my earliest posts if you wanna look it up!

Taci's edit

i wanted to share my love of photography with taci, i let her use the web cam to take a picture and showed her how to edit it, this is completely her work, i didn't do anything! how cute is that!

You can't kiss childhood good-bye on the lips

She clung to him in desperation, begging that he would never let her go. He was all she could see. Without him nothing was stable or sure. He was familiar and full of life. But hugging him was strange, she didn’t belong with his arms around her. She belonged chasing him through the thick island jungle, searching for rainbows to capture in tiny glass jars and adorn with dry leaves, or hunting for seashells to sting and hang from the trees or her hair. But they had already done those things many times. So now there was only one thing left. She hugged him tightly taking in his smell for the last time, the smell of fresh dirt, snapped crayons and peanut butter. He didn’t understand the tiny tears on her cheeks. They weren’t the tears he had seen from her before. Not the kind you get after excessive laughing and before your sides ache and you can’t breath. They were rounder and wetter, slower and sadder. This worried him, tears, real sad tears, were not something he had much experience with.
“thank you” she whispered. “ Thank you for everything, I will never forget you. I will always love you.”
“ Ok” he smiled casually, because time held non weight and love was having extra cake after dinner. She leaned in paused and kissed his freckled cheek. “ Good bye” she whispered. Had it been any other boy, any other place or tine, any other goody bye there lips might have met, he might have asked her to stay or slipped his hand in hers. But no “ Good bye Peter” she said with a peck on the cheek. Because one simply cannot kiss childhood good-bye on the lips. And childhood simply wouldn’t want you to.