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a christmas memory.

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i remember as a little girl spending all my time creating imaginary worlds with my sisters. we'd decorate our bedroom with a new theme almost every saturday, ranging from "farm land" to "sea world," and everything in between. we'd have giant stuffed animal kings and queens, dressed in blankets for robes and topped with crowns made of paper scribbled yellow with a crayon. that sort of thing. it was very serious creative business. 

with a string of colored christmas lights over our bed, i laid down to sleep but ended up just staring at the ceiling watching the lights twinkle. we left them on the entire night. i asked spencer, "what do these lights remind you of?" he shared a story from when he was a kid skateboarding at night during christmas time, and seeing all the lights of his neighbors' homes and feeling happy. for me, it took me right back to a christmas with my sisters when i was probably 7 or 8 - the year my dad brought home a huge box. "do whatever you want with it, girlies!" he said.

the three of us created a little house. we had our bedroom door closed, as we usually did, and quietly slaved away at our creative project for (what seemed like) hours. i'm sure my mom loved the free time - sometimes we were so quiet together i don't even know that people (our three older brothers) even realized we were missing. buzzing with ideas, we'd pass the crayons, scissors and gold foil paper making triangular rooftops and squares for windows in the cardboard. soon the box was transformed into a holiday home lined with brightly colored lights, and we sat inside playing imaginary nativity scenes with our beloved Ty beanie babies. i remember it like it was yesterday. a simple memory. a good memory.

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autumn in yosemite.

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yosemite national park, october

yosemite. a trip for the books. the kind of beauty even a video can't quite capture in all it's glory.
autumn has passed, and we are well into winter - but our hearts will not forget what we saw and felt.

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good morning.

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yosemite national park, october 2014

i can't think of a better way to wake up. we crawled out of our warm sleeping bags early in the morning and ventured to the meadow. there was no one out at this hour, except for a few cars slowly putting by and a wandering deer munching on the grass. rain dripped off our hoods, soaking the tips of our noses and forcing us to blink away the raindrops on our lashes. cool --- refreshing. and the clouds drifted through the trees, hanging there lazily, as if agreeing there's nowhere else i'd rather be. 

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hiking in.

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dogs - check, friends - check, rods - check, go lucky attitudes - check. we were all prepared. spent the entire day down in the canyon fishing one of our favorite creeks in idaho. such an insanely gorgeous place, with some pretty fantastic people. i didn't have any waders so ended up crossing the river in my jeans and that wasn't ideal, but the water was definitely refreshing. i spent a good deal of time trying to find creative ways to avoid falling in the deeper parts, and eventually just succumbed to the numbness of the riverflow and sloshed around in my boots all day filming. megan caught a nice native cutthroat trout, and had to net it before lola the lab got to it. we were all pretty proud as she beamed with her catch of the day, and lola especially salivated over what she had hoped would be dinner.


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from the road.

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sawtooths, idaho

it's the simple things. fleeting moments. those little details you swear you'll never forget..but then you do. trips like these always remind me of just how precious life is. how much we have to be grateful for, and all the incredible places to see and experience in this life. i never want to lose sight of that - i want to always soak life up and enjoy the present. when i look back at my photos after a few months sitting in my archives, i'm instantly taken back to that time and place. i re-live the adventure all over again, and for that i am grateful to photography. i love what i do, and i'll never stop.

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bend in the river.

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bitch creek, idaho

when i was a freshman in college i made fast friends with a rowdy, fun and crazy group of guys that we called "the arizona boys." they all lived in the tree house (named after the giant tree in their front yard) across from a little caesars pizza, which also happened to be home to my now husband, spencer. it's where we met, dated, fell in love and eventually had crock pot meals together as fiances. eventually we moved in next door as newlyweds, and i managed the house still full of my guy friends and had to tell them to do things like mow their yard and clean their rooms. of course that really meant i mowed their yard and was mocked and made fun of as i cut the grass with perfect precision. after years of experience running my own lawn mowing business, i think i earned some major cool points when the boys realized i really knew how to work. they never did take me seriously as a manager, however. i totally get it. i was still just their lil ky-fly. 

winter weekends were spent shredding some pow at grand targhee and getting our ski on, and autumns were filled with fishing, hiking and hot springs. this creek was a place i'd go and wander around exploring the grizz-filled country with my girlfriends while the boys fished. it's an incredible location, and although the bridge has been improved from a rail-less wooden plankety bridge to a now much safer and more constructed one, the memories feel fresh. even then i remember soaking in those views from above, watching as the river bends and stretches far into the horizon buried by countless pines and conifers. it's one of those places you just don't forget. 

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van in a van

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wrapped around our finger, that vanny. adore every bit of him.
he's got a way of sneaking into people's hearts and never getting out.

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scenes from summer

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bits + pieces of my summer spent at home with family in idaho

idaho is a beautiful place to be during the summertime, and it had been many years since i'd been able to experience it firsthand. it was more than good to be back, with siblings just a phone call away and parents within reach. meeting up for lunch with my older brothers is definitely an all-time fave. that, and runs to ross to look at shoes or houseware with my mom just because. and long drawn out mornings with vanny, and plenty of sister time and late night shopping online together. spontaneous fishing trips with my brothers, and lots of hugs and kisses from nieces and nephews fill our days. we always find excuses to get chocolate malts with dad, head out to the desert just because and make quick visits to the family cabin in the mountains. we visit with my grandparents on the porch for hours, and still eat fudgecicles just like when we were little girls.

these are the memories of my childhood. the places and spaces of my life. and although it may be history now, regular visits home fill my heart with familiar sites that warm and soothe my soul. tiny hands beg to be held and our family is growing exponentially. the pitter of dog's paws and jingle of their collars are the homespun sounds that make our home a home. as i make the drive to idaho for thanksgiving i can't help but feel giddy to see them all again. 
 

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