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 : )

Happy Birthday America

Last night I went to a dear friend’s home for a bbq and fireworks. In Park City they always do fireworks on the 3rd (at The Canyons) and the 4th (at Park City Mountain). I’ve never been opposed to two days of celebration. I mean, what’s not to love about twice the glittering fireworks, and more importantly, an awesome abundance of food?!

Really though, I feel extremely blessed to live in this magnificent country. And I see no reason not t0 celebrate it for two days. I’m very proud and privileged to be an American. Happy 4th of July, everyone! I hope you all have a wonderful day.

And happy birthday, America.