a hike to stewart falls

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I called my friend AnnMarie when I got back to P-town to see if she wanted to get together for lunch, or maybe go for a hike. I’ve always wanted to hike to Stewart Falls, but just never have. (Don’t you love how many things we all “want to do” that never happen because we don’t make plans.) She opted for hiking. So this morning, I got my overtired, insomniac self out of bed at 7:40 am (working is going to be painful if I can’t figure out what my issues with sleep are) and met up with AM.

It was absolutely beautiful. The weather, which we questioned initially, held and we were able to hike in perfect conditions; cool, slightly moist, and a beautiful covering of clouds. It was just what I needed to get me out of my little funk. I love just having time to talk, especially to someone whose thoughts and opinions I really value, and it was so great to be able to do it in such beautiful surroundings. I felt refreshed both mentally and physically afterward (once we got back to the car after taking a loop we didn’t realize would be quite as long as it was).

The sign says 1.5 miles. What we didn’t know was how long the walk from Sundance up to the car was going to be. Turns out around 1.5 miles. And after the 2 miles we’d already hiked at this point, the sun that eventually came out when we were on the road (which was uphill the whole way) with no trees to shade us, we were ready to be done.

But we both decided that the extra mileage (we’d planned to just go there and back) was well worth the better views. It’s so easy to forget how beautiful a place is when it’s right in your backyard. I think I might actually miss these mountains this summer. Thankfully, I’ll be back in time to see the leaves change.I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but if you’ve never been up to Sundance in Utah (not the film festival which takes place mainly in Park City, but the actual Sundance), it’s so worth it.

And now my question is, why when there are so many things to get out and do when we want to be social, do we so often opt for food? (Okay…in NY, I get it. But not here.)

zero motivation

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I have about a million things to do before I move to New York for the summer (I leave Sunday), and yet, I find myself wholly unmotivated. After spending the last two weeks with my only purpose being to play with my nieces and nephews, and occasionally get out to see a friend, I just don’t really want to run errands. Especially since any errand running done over the past three weeks has been with my sister or sister-in-law. I don’t want to run errands by myself.

And it’s not that I haven’t been productive, well at least today (Saturday and most of Sunday I was pretty much a couch-or LoveSac-potato most of the day…damn CSI: Miami reruns). I’ve been very productive, just not in terms of anything that I actually need to do. I’ve done some updating of my personal journal. I’ve sent a bunch of emails I needed to send. I’ve figured out what I need to do to get a new passport since I currently hold an Emergency Passport. I sent my mom’s pizza sauce recipe to my sister. I burned a CD for my friend in Alaska. I’ve caught up on my blogs. I’ve commented on people’s photos in my Portrait Class gallery. But it’s 2:00 and I haven’t checked one thing off of my “To Do” list for the day (only half of one thing…the passport). And worse, I don’t really care that much. I’ll probably start caring on Thursday. But today? Not even a little bit.

Oh well. That’s the way it goes. It’s not like I won’t be able to pack all my stuff and have it ready. Saturday night just might not end up involving any kind of sleep. It’s happened before. There are worse things.

The fact that I’m totally broke probably isn’t helping anything, either.

So, in case you thought you were the only one who sometimes doesn’t get dressed…all day, you’re not.

*I will be getting dressed today…at some point. I have a BBQ to go to.

photography class

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I’m taking a class from one of my besties, Candice. It is run through jessicasprague.com. It’s called Portraiture 101. I am LOVING it. I feel like I am learning so much. I will be taking her basic class next, Oh Shoot! (I’m going in reverse order.)

Anyway, my first week of shooting was with my sister’s kids, so I will not be posting any of those here. But when I stopped in Vegas on my way back to P-town, I forced my three-year-old nephew into modeling for me. (Yes, it was forced.)

Here are a couple of shots, showing what a difference a scrim can make in outdoor shots. The top is without the scrim (he wouldn’t uncover his eyes because of the sunlight…I don’t blame him), then two with the scrim–and I totally put the ladybug on his face.



my nephew…the breakdancer

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We were down on the Strip tonight (I’m in Vegas), getting some delicious ice cream. When we came out, there was some music blaring from the outdoor bar, right next to Harrah’s. My niece (age 15 months) and nephew (age 3.5) both started dancing. There were some women in the bar (on the other side of a little fence) who started watching them.

And suddenly, out of nowhere, with no prior instruction or any way he would have seen this, Tannon starts to breakdance. Yes! BREAKDANCE. This got a huge response out of the women…which just egged him on. Breakdancing it was from then on. We were all (the grown ups) laughing to the point of tears. It was so funny.

These photos aren’t the best quality (I should have turned my flash on much sooner…so most of them are pretty blurry, but you can definitely tell these kids are moving). I’m posting them anyway because I think they are hilarious. They are in chronological order…from the two dancing together, to Tannon ruling the breakdancing world. Love it!











P.S. In case you were wondering, I do love all of my nieces and nephews, but my sister has asked that I not post pictures of her kiddies on my blog (for reasons I completely understand), unless I go private (which I don’t want to do)…just know that I had a fabulous two weeks in AZ with all of my nieces and nephews down there.