Sunday.

consisted of...

Church.

Bones.

Visiting Teaching.

Bones.

Homework.

Bones.

I might be a little bit obsessed with Seeley Booth

Snowbird Friday's

snowbird. 

good day with the brother. 

40 degrees and sunny... 

not the greatest snow but the fish tacos afterwards made up for it. 

Started my first day in the BYU darkroom on Tuesday.

I was alone....

for three hours

in a huge darkroom...

it was amazing. 

The above are what came out. 

Not exactly in love with them. But they work. 

Red Bull and Lighter Fluid

Bonfire in the canyon last night.

Red Bull, Smores, Friends and Lighter Fluid.

Everything to make a great night. 

Abandoned Mine

 Rock Canyon's Abandoned Granite Mine Shaft Adventure

What did you do last night? 

Oh right, I hiked 6 miles round trip to a mine in the middle of the night. 

Hiked one mile in... two miles up a mountain, literally, up the side of the mountain, through deep snow, sketchy rocks, ice, trees, bushes... you name it.

Found this guy in the pitch black mine... think about turning a corner and finding him. Freaky huh?His name is Harold. 

 150 foot tall latter. Dates back to the 1920's

It was purely awesome. Not to mention the view...

The best part though was sliding down the mountain through the snow... epic. 

Art History 202

For my art history class I have to write a paper about a topic throughout 

history that is represented in two works of art 100 years apart....

Much harder than it sounds.

Feminism in art anyone?

Emo Little Boy

So today I figured out I can look like an emo little boy. 

Go me. 

On campus from noon till 11pm.

Long day. 

A Few to Catch up...

I started this 18 days late...

So I thought I would post a few pictures so that I wouldn't feel like such a failure.

New Year. New Hair.

I used to feel as though I was defined by my hair.

It was long, red and not to be conceded, but it was beautiful.

I've had to work hard on accepting that I am a red head.

I finally have gotten to a place where I am proud that

I am privileged to be part of the special minority who can claim to be a natural redhead.

As a baby I had a bright red curly fro...

think Bozo the Clown fro.

From elementary school and up all the way till a few days ago I had long, thick hair.

It defined me.

I didn't want that anymore. I needed some change.

So... what did I do?

I went to the person I trust the most in this world... my big sister.

She wrote:
"I fully support you! i think, as your big sister watching you grow up with long hair and thinking about the countless hours i've spent brushing, combing, braiding, and playing with your long hair, any misgivings i have are simply sentimental -- i'm not going to lie, i will miss your long, flowing tresses!! BUT, that does NOT mean that a pixie cut won't look absolutely adorable/hip/sexy/cool. the only other thought in the back of my head is just that if you do hate it, i will be in pain right along with you as you grow it back out -- simply because you are my lil sister and every little pin prick to your soul is like a dagger to my heart. and yes, it's just hair, but no, hair is so much more than just hair. just ask the millions of women who have cried after a hair cut -- good and bad. BUT #2, you have to do it, because you'll never stop wondering. your long hair is only fabulous if you are content with it -- if it gives you strength and makes you feel beautiful. if it's just one huge, heavy reminder of not taking chances, not letting yourself dream of something different and exciting, then it's just a drag. so my final words? CUT IT OFF! and i love you. dearly. like seriously. i would die if you died. like it wouldn't even be 60 seconds before i just fell over on the sidewalk. BUT #3, because i love you so much and really do care that you have a hairstyle that fits every molecule of your cute little face, please promise me you will do plenty of research and get multiple opinions from talented and experienced hair stylists and make sure someone you love is holding your hand when they make the big snip. the end. amen."

With her permission....

This is what I did.

I love it so far.

One word:

LIBERATING.

The Beginning

This is a photo blog.

Simple.

Easy.

Illustrative.

My life. My photos.

Enjoy