So many things. So many things to write, to say, to be, to do, to see, to photograph. I'm not sure how I'll ever catch up, but I know I want to try, because I've been thinking a lot about why exactly it is I have this here blog guy, and I've decided that it's all for me. Me me me me me. It's not that you don't matter, my beautiful reader friends; on the contrary, the fact that anyone reads this blog is a miracle-and-a-half, and I love each and every one of you that takes the time to do it. But I find myself not writing posts because I am so afraid of a lack of perfection, or a lack of response, or lack of acceptance, and to be honest, the repetition of those fears is getting to be a bit monotonous. At the end of the day, I want to remember my life. I want to document the experiences as true to life as I can, as close to the moment as I can, in pictures and words, so that I will be able to look back on them someday and recall how I felt. So you'll have to excuse me for being selfish. But hopefully you'll benefit as well, right? The more honest and open I am, the more enjoyable I'm hoping this whole blogging experience will be, both for me as the creator and you as the reader. I spend so much time looking at other blogs and wondering which one I should be the most like, and it's taken me far too long to realize: the blog I should be the most like is my own. Booyah.
The photos in this post are from, in no particular order: chilling alone at the beach, taking photos of a client's house for location scouts, exploring the mountains, and checking out a giant salt lake. And you know that more photos are to come. Hoo, baby, are more photos to come.