Friday Introductions

I don’t think I’ve ever done a proper “Friday Introductions” post, so, here we are. You’ve been forewarned: I don’t talk about myself very well. So this won’t be my best work but hey, it’s what the kids are doing these days.

-I’m 25 years old. Finally old enough to rent a car, y’all!

Taking a good selfie: the most awkward 45 minutes of my life thus far.

Taking a good selfie: the most awkward 45 minutes of my life thus far.

-I’m very proud of my laugh lines. I’ve never really understood the fear surrounding getting older and sprouting wrinkles. Every line I have is a marker of a life well-lived. They show up en masse when I laugh or smile. Why on earth would I want to hide that? (I have a few grey hairs that I adore as well.)

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-I’m married to my high school sweetheart, and together we have a very high-maintenance cat. I’ll admit—babies look good on him—but we rather like our little family of three. We make three years of marriage next week, and nine years of together-ness in May.

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-We’re renovating/restoring a 1920’s bungalow in one of the oldest neighborhoods in Baton Rouge. Beauregard Town is the first neighborhood we lived in after we got married. We moved away for a couple years, but came right back.

-Speaking of homes—in three years of marriage, we’ve moved three times, bought two homes, and sold one. I think (hope) we’re going to settle down a bit now. It’s been a wild ride.

-In three years of marriage, Caleb and I have been on 14 road trips. Three of them have been cross-country and well over a month long. We were bit by the travel bug during our honeymoon—we went to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, and then drove up to Natchez for some hiking.

Windsor Ruins, Natchez Trace, February 2016. Oh, and a Caleb.

Windsor Ruins, Natchez Trace, February 2016. Oh, and a Caleb.

A few months later, we hopped in our little Honda and drove a wide loop up through Montana to Canada, swinging back down through Utah on our way home. The next summer, we booked it up the east coast to Maine and back, driving through Appalachia on our way. And this past summer, we drove to the Pacific Northwest and back, seeing everything we could along the way (and by “everything” I mostly mean Utah. I fell in love with the desert during that first road trip and we seriously considered moving there for a long time. We still might. Caleb doesn’t know that ;) )

Goblin Valley, Utah, 2016

Goblin Valley, Utah, 2016

-I, of course, have a day job, but my passion has always been writing. It predates my love of photography (though not by much,) and I find that I’m most fulfilled when my writing takes on a journalistic tone, with my images to accompany them. I’m currently working on several projects—one fictional, two nonfiction—and am always scribbling on the closest piece of paper.

-I was lucky enough to be able to follow my passion during my college years, and double majored in English and religious studies. I briefly considered teaching upon graduation, but soon realized that to me, teaching (at least at the secondary level) would have just been a job that paid the bills. Since Caleb is an educator, I know full well that teaching has to be your vocation—the task of bringing up young minds is so crucial that you have to be completely devoted to the work, heart and soul. He is, and I am so glad to have had his example to draw from. He has teaching down to an art form, and would be very embarrassed by my praise… if he were a good husband that read my blog regularly. (Kidding, dear!)

 -I’m terrified of heights. I’ve been known to scoot down mountainsides on my butt, while clinging to boulders and tree roots, while hyperventilating.

Island in the Sky, Canyonlands National Park, Utah, 2016

Island in the Sky, Canyonlands National Park, Utah, 2016

-This website hosts my blog and my photography gallery. Any image in the gallery is available for print, if you’re into that sort of thing. Shoot me an email and I can get you set up. I’m hoping to launch a store soon, so stay tuned.

You may have noticed that all the pictures in this post are black-and-white. There’s a reason for that! In an effort to change the way I think about composition, I am going to start limiting myself to black-and-white photography. Simplifying my photography in this manner will, I hope, help me to look more at light, shapes, and composition—and less on the little nuances in color that can serve to distract you if you’re not careful.

I’m not sure how long it’s going to last, but for now, let’s just say a month. It’s a mini-habit (more like an experiment, really) I’m adopting in addition to this month’s #12habits commitment of continuing my physical therapy routine. It may be here forever, it may fully serve its purpose within the month. I don’t know. We’ll see.

Thanks for reading (if you’ve made it this far) and happy Friday!