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antler tree or tree antlers?

merry christmas margaret

she spent the night at the homeless shelter was kicked out at 7.30 am walked through snow and slush in her pjs for a couple of miles ended up at the mariott shivering like an autumn tree and blood sugar that shot through the roof that's where they called the ambulance that took her to the hospital on the way to which she wet her pants and apologized profusely they'd warm her up and take care of the diabetes maybe find a place for her to spend the holidays inside the holidays ended yesterday the snow will stick until march merry christmas margaret.

i went to the moon

and they do have snow. lots of it. so there. i saw it.

happy

how about...some horse photos?

I went out to shoot the snow yesterday, and apart from sliding trucks and snow-shoveling home owners i found these horses. they didn't only look pretty but also blew some hot horse breath into my lens. sniff sniff, lick lick...

happy camper

my grandparents just sent me this photo. in 1985 we made tents out of blankets. they feel much nicer too and they and make you happy.

home bound

returning to utah from back east last weekend felt like coming home and it threw me off a little. home is what i've called many places in the last couple of years but something I haven't felt for any of them. and here it is, where I thought i'd be gone come january, then fall. it was a challenge to accept that moving around a lot will come to an end for a while. because it was easy to tell myself everything will be even better once i move. it made me not try as hard and made me dream up a future instead of tackling what's in front of me. but then i understood that not the moving makes me happy but what i fill my life with, what i chose to see in my photos and who i spend time with. poof went all the fear of being stuck. stagnating. becoming mediocre, sedentary and disillusioned. ok, I still want to keep moving around. but for now utah not just is home but feels home.

paid a visit

to the old paper...
pretty sad but interesting, now that i can see it with more emotional distance.
how many newspapers look like this around the country? those hundreds of dusty dark rooms and miles of peeling wall paper tell stories from days that seem so ancient and fragile it makes me want to tip toe around the newsroom, inhale history and start recording tidbits of the past that will soon be turned into a condo or torn down for a parking lot.

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