By the end of the night everyone was speaking with a drawl and swapping stories about the mud flaps on their pickup trucks.
Back in January? February? A long, long time ago. We’ll just go with that. In a galaxy far away.
On the Fourth of July I accompanied Chris and Carol on a hike up to Cecret Lake, a small watershed up the hill from Alta Ski Resort. Glorious. Just, indescribably magnificent.
This is Harry, Chris and Carol’s son. Harry is now 12, but I’ve known him since he was four. On the Fourth of July I approached him with my camera and without any provocation he waved at me. Harry is a painfully shy boy who has never said hello to me or even acknowledged my [...]
This is Chris and Carol, the guests who stayed with me last week, my old next door neighbors. I hadn’t seen them in almost two years, and like great friends we picked up right where we left off. They headed back to Minnesota on Saturday morning and sadly it felt like saying goodbye to them [...]
This was taken on Friday night after Leah and I drove through a blizzard to pick up Joe from the airport. She thought we were going to die, but did we? WE CERTAINLY DIDN’T. In fact, we lived. We lived and we loved and IT WAS AWESOME.
It’s that time of year again in Utah, time for the Sundance Film Festival and for all your friends who got the hell outta here to return to the Holy Land and party with you again. Tis this number one excuse to return to Utah, I tell you, right behind snowboarding and all the great [...]