conversations with mama

me

The thing is, I would be fine with or without him

mama

you feel that way about every boy, honey

but someday, you will like someone more than that.

more than "take it or leave it".

you might get your heart broken the first time it happens,

but it will happen

I saw this video today
real, true love.

Someday.

Love Always,

TaylorAnn

christmas day: featuring lolo

I got so many darn cute pictures of this little one 

so many, in fact, that I thought I'd dedicate a whole post to her ;)

Lolo is my girl. 

fiesty. 

independent.

 smiley.

I love all my little cousins, but I think this is my kindred spirit.

 

 

 Don't worry, all of her siblings are just as adorable and will for SURE make an appearance here soon.

Can we just say that kids are the magic of Christmas these days?

I just loved sitting back and watching them. 

On another note though, I'm finally reunited with Jess and it feels so good.

She blogged about our lovely reunion today. 

Love Always,

TaylorAnn

Lovely People on Lovely California Mornings.

I have this lovely sister, who I play with all the time

[to see our latest adventure, go here]

At the end of this summer we spent a blissful week in Coarsegold .

Most of the week consisted of eating Frostys, listening to country music, and driving in trucks.

And before we came back to the great state of Utah, 

she wanted me to take some pictures of her and the hubby in that wonderful town of ours.

So, naturally, I obliged.

I love practicing photography when I have a spare minute [which lately isn't very often],

and I only wish that I had the time to learn more.

I suppose someday soon I'll have to make the time.

These were just a few of my favorite pictures of the morning.

I think mostly I like them because the lighting almost reminds me of this early morning scene.

Aren't they beautiful people?

reminiscent.

Tonight I went to a Peru reunion.

And as I sat there with those people and talked about life since our grand adventure,

the longing that for so long has been in the back of my mind came directly to the front. 

It never takes long for it to get there.

I remember riding the bus through the mountains between Urubamba and Cusco on my way home.

My eyes were glued to the window, and a sort of hole started to form in my heart.

Someone asked me what I was thinking and all I could find to say was, 

"I don't want to leave"

Peru was one of the best experiences of my life for so many reasons. 

I was doing something bigger than me in a place so much bigger than me. 

I went to bed exhausted every night,

and woke tired every morning. 

I met people I would never have dreamed I could love so much.

In a place I knew hardly anything about.

And at the end I was left wide-eyed and breathless,

and aware of a place in my heart that I never knew existed.

my summer story told in iphone photos: no words necessary

"A beautiful catastrophe"

You don't go to New York for the smells or the kindness of the people.

Somehow there is an abundance of smells you would rather not have invade your nose,

and store workers snicker at you and mutter under their breath about the need for dresscodes...

You go to New York for this.

"A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times : It is a beautiful catastrophe." 

Le Corbusier

Just somethin I've been thinking about.

So some people think blogging is a fake world. 

Where people pretend like their life is perfect. 

In some cases, that may be true. 

But let me tell you about me. 

And why I blog. 

I blog to record. 

And to record the good things. 

Yeah, sometimes I mention my mini-meltdowns

But 1. who wants to read about my debbie-downer moments...

and 2. I don't want to focus on them.

Because what's the use in reliving them?

Oh, that's right. There's not.

 

And also I get to share the things I love. 

And the pictures I take. 

And the quotes and stories from my life.

And maybe someone reads. 

But if they don't, I don't care.

it's a good way for me to reset.

And take a little "me" time everyday. 

And listen to some good country. 

And remember what's important.

So moral of the story: I like blogging.

More all the time.

I'm not going anywhere.

Tay

Having fun. assignment style

Sometimes my teachers give "having fun" assignments and I take a drive to the mountains. 

Best. thing. ever.

I love photography. 

There are so many things you can learn from it.

For instance there are things you can't see when you're lens is focused on something else.

Sometimes, are we focused on something else and missing what's in front of us?

Is there something  that we can't see because we are choosing not to?

Just food for thought :)

-Tay

fall into happiness

one day... jess and I decided to get together and it may have turned into a little bit of a photo shoot. 

because who doesn't love taking pictures in the park?

she had to be inspired for her outfit. 

i had to make her be inspired for mine too.

(who knew the style genes could be so unevenly distributed?)

so we went. 

we played with fall leaves. 

and took photos in black and white. 

 we wore hats

and played like homework would never come.

 we might have even whipped out my tripod for some sister pictures. 

Then where did we go? 

Our favorite place!

it just seemed to fit the occasion. 

and, as always, she made me finish hers along with mine. 

i ask if she wants me to gain weight.

she looks at me with puppy dog eyes and says she is just too full.

i tell her "i hiked this morning"... and proceed to eat it. 

someday I'll learn to resist her. but not today. 

probably not tomorrow either if we're being honest here. 

that's just us though. 

i'm vanilla.

and she's chocolate. 

different. 

in fact, very different. 

but complimentary. 

and essentially, we're made from the same stuff. 

we go well together :)

"Stressed spelled backwards is desserts.  

Coincidence?  I think not!"

-author anonymous