will never love you more

We all have our list..
I will never love you more than
 my favorite melodies
 pretty pictures
 hazy mornings and coffee.
Heres a few videos Ive been enjoying lately.
I love myself some soko and split screen


Belief in the breeze,The smoky morning haze.
The sun on her face,
and the touch of lovers' hands.
The pain that comes today,
Is here, then goes away.

And we are homeward bound,
And I,
I want this more than life,

To touch something real,
Will help your wounds heal,
Like the sun on your face,
The dreams of starry nights.

I want this more than life,


The city

Probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns into a girl. 
How well or how badly that man actually knew the girl doesn't necessarily affect the transformation.
She was there, and she was the whole city, and that's that. - J.D salinger


a hunt for gold

dancing outside where the altitudes high
enjoying dinner while the sun says goodnight



Some nights

Music and and music 
Its like coffee and creme
spearmint gum and a first kiss
summer and snowcones
Its probably the most important part of my little heart... 
I don't feel normal with out my melodies... 
You can imagine my excitement when Fun. released their new album. 
Sweet goodness coming your way.
Expect several Fun. post to come...

middle image by abi q - edit me


Packing chaos

I am guilty of the last minute packing which means a few things.
one your room will be torn apart like mine is currently
two you will be slightly frazzled ....apparently with your hand on your head alot  ;)
and three you will forget something of necessity, for instance a toothbrush, undies or a bra even.
Yes, this has happened and I tend to make stops at target once I reach my final destinations to pick up forgotten items. I do not put off packing for fun, I do it because I never know what to want to pack in the first place. All my friend have been texting me all week about what they are packing, sending me pictures of the outfits they have planed to bring, asking my opinions.. ect. Little do they know, I end up just throwing stuff in my suit case and saying, welp lets hope there is a outfit or two in there.
I need to take a lesson or two from my well planned friends.
What I will be listening to the whole way down.

Tell me I'm your national anthem 
Vegas bound...


tis love

My favorite holiday was this week. The one dedicated to all things pink, heart shaped and love infused. I had a little battle with writing a valentines post. I wasn't going to, then I started to and finally I said nah, bag it. The post wasn't coming together as I wanted and it was getting far too long.  It's not as if I have any place giving advice on love, right?  I have a type, a very certain type I am attracted to. Sadly for me, its never the nice guy. Apparently, I like a difficult man, don't get me wrong, I do not search for the most complicated personality in the room and say, "hey baby whats your name." But for me its very clear the kind of guy that satisfies my head and my heart. They simply don't come without a little work, sometimes too much work. There are three types, my type, the nice guy and the brick. My type is nothing to do with looks per say, my type is a personality. Naturally, I have to be attracted but, you get the point. The nice guy is the one you know will settle down nicely but, has no passion. I sort of need a guy who can put me in my place when needed. Not that I'm out of line but, I am a strong personality. The nice guy cannot do this, so the balance would be off. Then there is the brick, what is a brick, you ask? Its when you are out on a date with a guy, attractive sure but, when hes talking to you, trying to sound intelligent while throwing out shallow pick up lines, its almost as if he were a brick. You could pick him up, hold him out and drop him. All you would hear is a clunk and that's it.... there's nothing there of value. This is how I feel most of my dates are. I just hear a lot of noise....clunk clunk clunk. Bricks tend to have little sight of their future and are content with living un motivated, or in never never land. 
I will admit I am part logic and a large part pride, that is until my hearts out and exposed. If I find myself falling, its all down hill from there...or up. I guess its how you look at it. I am not motivated by falling in love. Partly because I rarely let myself become smitten. In fact, I see it as an inconvenience these days. You may being thinking I am not a romantic, but no, no I am. A few (or most) of my friends have been going through some relationship ups and downs, which in return have made me a grateful I don't have to deal with the same stress right now. Love is work and its something you will always have to work at. At this time in my life, he would have to fall into my lap with a flashing neon sign about his head. Maybe the cliche coffee shop pick up could work too ;)
 Something I learned about myself this last month is,  just because I am honest, doesn't mean I am open.
I had some opinions reading all the posts on valentines. I am not trying to be mean, its not that I am cold but, I have always felt this way about relationships. Please ladies, set the bar so high that no mere man can every reach it. Be sure to expect that endorphin rushed passion you felt for the first 4-12 months of your relationship to continue forever. When your prince comes the world will fall to the side, life will be blissful and you will never have low points in your relationship. Don't think for two seconds he will ever get sick of watching you sleep or twirl your hair. All those annoying bad habits will always be endearing, I promise. Also, he will not watch espn every night, instead he will love watching gossip girl with you - que sarcasm :) ... Its not that kisses in the rain shouldn't happen, because they SHOULD. I am a avid believer in taking drives to get lost and calling in sick to snuggle all day. Over all its the person that makes the warm fuzzies, not the grand gestures. If he cant make you blush simply by taking a walk with you and holding your hand, its not real. If he cant make you wanna rip you hair out, screaming mad, its not real either ....
I love snail mail aka letters
I love all things heart shaped
I love breakfast in bed
I love to snuggle
I love love songs
and I love the idea of your one big love.
In reality I love the idea of making someone feel extra special.
I love taking care of someone.
I believe in one big love.
No white horse, no fairytale business,  just a real honest love. The good with the bad....
Thats why valentines is my favorite holiday.
ps : dont mind my typos, Im far to lazy to fix them this evening


School valentines party

Remember how excited you were to make your little shoebox and open all those valentines cards. When I was a kid a loved pretending I was writing mail like adults did. Id set up a assembly line on my desk and personally address each one. This morning was so fun to see the kids excited about their parties and billy demanded a valentines for his teacher, classic coke and Twizzlers did the trick. Then the kids hand made cards for their classmates.
On a side note, kitkat dressed herself. She cracks me up, oh to be young again.


Loved it then...

Love it still 

A walk in the park WPPI 2012

"Amanda Daniels is a modern rich socialite who always gets what she wants. She decides to take a break from her hectic life and have lunch in central park with her young daughter Melanie. She drives about an hour away from her home to the city.  Soon after her arrival, the birds and animals start to act strangely. Strange but beautiful things start to occur. There is no explanation as to why this might be happening. Something unusual, something unexpected, something extraordinary."
Two of my dear friends are hosting a shoot out at wppi this year, I can promise you a few things. 
One it will be brilliantly styled, I say this because they have the one of a kind sugar and fluff handing the styling.
Two, its the only shoot out worth doing at wppi this year
Three, all the fun cool people are going to be there and there is a after party.
I have never been a fan of styled shoots, mainly cause I hate when you are getting the same shot as 20 other photographers. That along with the fact most lack emotion and character. This shoot will not be like THOSE shoots. The pictures you get are up to you but, you will have everything laid out for you to create something truly epic. 
Id give my left foot (or maybe my right since its currently broken) to have a event planner like sugar and fluff in Utah.
SO DONT MISS OUT on this experience.


how do you like me now...

*** warning uncensored but been dancing to it for weeks ... 
"now my lifes sweet like cinnamon"

ankle trama

You forget how nice it is to walk until you jack up your ankle. 
Little things like...  I want a snack or oh, I'm thirsty, I should get a drink ...
then I think, drinking would lead to me needing the ladies room, which is not worth the pain of getting up.
See what I did there? Its a little thing called foresight. Just wish I had more of it yesterday.
To those of you who have yet to sprain a ankle, you cant judge me cause it hurts like hell. Maybe I am being a baby, I don't know... I have never broke or sprained a bone in my body until yesterday. You would think I would do it snowboarding, running at night or even climbing but no, no I simply do it while shooting at the temple. About 20 minutes into my shoot I hop up on a ledge for a few shots and hop back down, only to land funny in the one spot that a piece of stone is missing. Thankfully I managed to keep my camera high to avoid any damage. I am also thankful no one heard me swear on temple grounds. Not proud of that folks but, I am just being honest. Instantly I wanted to cry, a few tears came but I thought to myself, there is no way you can be hurt. You have to finish this and look at it later. David perry  and his assistant were so sweet, they carried my bags for me the rest of the session. Naturally I just hopped around while repeating that I was totally fine, just a pop, no big deal. I am really awful about asking for help, call it pride or strong willed to a fault. I dunno but, I have a habit it acting tough sometimes. When the shoot ended I got in my car and started to cry. Yep, I know, I am a baby. Ive been nursing my wound since.... I don't think its broken but lets just say my friend gasped when she saw it and then later saw the bruising. Dark blues a great color, just not on your foot....Over all, the big question is, how did the photos turn out??? Well I'm happy to say they turned out gorgeous.
Thats all for my little dramatic pity fest. In other news did you hear about Seal and Heidi breaking up ;)
Happy Tuesday everyone.


blue jeans

Sometimes she even asks to take pictures...

Still obsessive with born to die. It easily made it into my top five...but this is another keeper