This is my place.
Watching snowstorms pass through the canyon.
Rainbow above tipoff. An extremely cold hike down with vicious winds was softened by how beautiful the canyon is in November.
They say not to pet the mules, but they are so grateful when you scratch their noses.
Nothing so relieving as being back on the trails.
Finishing up my self-portrait project. I love that coffee mug.
My body is a memorial site. The only tattoos I can commit to are for those who are lost forever.
I finally found someone to dance for me.
Whenever I see the band-uh perform i always want to join just because they look like they’re having so much fun.
Photography assignment number two was to take three portraits of someone you know and I had to redeem myself after our first assignment. Major thanks to this girl for letting me focus on her recovery from cancer. She has been through so much and come out stronger than ever.
