I fell in love twice.

I love two things, and by things I mean one thing and one person. I am in love with photography and I am in love with James.

Have you ever asked the gods that be, for inspiration?

have you ever wished something out loud so many times it came true?

My love of photography is a constant struggle, I guess it would not be passion if it was not going to be hard. To be perfectly honest I love it so much I hate it, its like the one that got away but Its still so close to my grasp. Its frustratingly perfect while still leaving me to sigh in surrender.

This past weekend I was so grateful that my consistent love hate relationship was one of romance and problem solving both with my partner in crime and for my relationship with my photography.

I never thought I would fall in love with a redneck, but I did. He refuels my love for the craft by making me adventure with him.

Over the weekend we took our new to us 95 Jeep Cherokee on its first  four wheel run. I had such a blast, muddid' his truck, he was proud to watch me shoot his gun. To see me hit a target with "a mans gun". He gives me so much courage to both try new things and to be spontaneous, I got to fish, shoot and shoot. It was a romantic day in my life.

#IshootNikonandRuger :)

He took me to incredible vistas and I caught frogs in the quarry.

At sunset he reminded me how much he loves me, and I was reminded how much I love to capture fragile moments in time. To see the light and share that light with others in a literal sense. 

The funny thing is I wished for this kind of relationship for as long as I can remember, He is my best friend and I laugh with him everyday.

I remember before we got together wishing for a man.
A man who climbed mountains
A partner in life.
Someone who desired adventure

someone who loved rain storms, thunder and lightning

Someone who would help me make dinner

and who would  miss me when I am away.


Someone who believed in my dreams as much as I do.

he encourages me to follow the path in which I struggle with, sometimes being an artist means being very selfish at times. I am on this never ending path of finding myself.  But its nice to be reminded this this is the life that was given to me, I would be wasting a gift if I did not take the time to adventure and love. I was inspired this weekend, inspired by my views. through my viewfinder I see love of life.