When I was little, I used to pretend I was a horse. Or a wolf. Sometimes a tiger. Whatever suited my fancy. I was one of thooose girls. I didn't really play with dolls or put on lipstick and wear my mom's heels. Instead, I created elaborate stories in my head and played them out for hours, sometimes days, until the story was complete.

As I got older, I thought for a time that I wanted to be a writer. Instead of acting out the stories in my imagination, I tried to put them on paper. I would sit down and start these grand novels, only to begin another one after a few chapters in the first. I had every intention of finishing them. I just... never did. Apparently writing isn't my strong suit.

Then I found a camera. Jackpot. I found a way to stop time. To tell real stories. The kind of stories that should be remembered. Need to be remembered. Stories full of life and love that beg to be preserved and shared.

So I guess you could call me a story teller. A really, really ridiculously blessed and happily married story teller who can't cook but laughs a lot and has three dogs. I love my life.

And I'd love to tell your story : )

Delilah

This week I got an iPhone. Her name is Delilah.

I’m not announcing this to brag. Honest, I’m not. It’s actually more of a warning…. Let me explain.

My Blackberry died earlier this week. I loved that little guy. I really did. He was good to me. But we were starting to grow apart. While he enjoyed long walks on the beach and reading grand novels on rainy afternoons, I wanted to splash in the ocean and dance in the rain. So when he finally quit kicking this week, I knew I needed a change. And Delilah? She’s just the change I’ve been looking for. Quick, lively, fun-spirited, and most importantly, she’s got INSTAGRAM. Did we just become best friends? Yep.

Here’s where the warning comes in. I feel the need to apologize in advance for all the Instagram photos that will now be appearing. There is a good chance I will be taking a ridiculous amount of photos on my iPhone and posting them. Everywhere. On here. On Twitter. On Facebook… I will try to contain myself, but I make no promises. Hope you don’t mind! Here’s to the best app ever made (although Cut the Rope is a close competitor):

Mountains of Park City.