When we moved to Utah, we were so very excited to be progressing along the path we have worked so hard towards. Utah being a place I knew would be temporary, it took me until now, a year and a half later, to say to Buddy "Im really going to miss it when we move" I dont know how much of the missing will be the state, or the memories. Oregon is our home, we belong there, but Utah, sweet Utah. I love the struggling student life, as hard as that is to say. Being poor has its perks. I'll tell you when I compile them. Back to here, its where I have tried to pour myself into photography to not forget about what out life is like at this stage. So when we are more comfortably living, and the kids have earbuds stuck in their ears, when their friends have more pull over their decisions than we do, when we have decent furniture and the wall art isnt yesterdays crayon, or lunch for that matter, when Buddy and I see a good time as going to a dinner and a movie *by ourselves* as the perfect date. I can look back and remember that there was a time when the kids, 5 and 2 clung to us like a sock right out of the dryer, when we took walks on Sundays, when we played in the mud, when we had balloon fights on the first hot day of the summer, when we made up stories and what we imagined was every bit as real as the air we breathe. Its the time in Utah. They wont be 5 and 2 anywhere else. I have to document every second..I dont want to forget. There are sort of alot of photos, but theres no such thing as too much when it comes to memories.
Sidewalk hopscotch


Playing with bubbles


buying more bubbles..

having fun in the backyard


dancing in fields

just being together.












































