ever since I've had feelings I've been writing them down and as long as I can remember being a person it has shaped me into who I am.  I don't know who or what gave me the idea to write in a journal every night and I have no idea how or why in the world that idea stuck or what has even compelled me to really do it.  All I know is I can look up and read about any day of my life so far and time will only continue to pass.  more entries will fill more pages and I can only dream about what words or names will fill them.


the battle of a busy college life.

among the meetings and classes,
applications for future opportunities,
the quizes, essays, readings, assignments,
can i say projects to the max?
3 studio classes in 18 credits don't ever slow down.
not to mention the social events and service activities.
i'm trying to manage the time for it all,
but to also give priority to the thing most important:
Heavenly Father and the calling given by Him.
i want to prepare my relief society lesson and report for ward council
as the Lord would have it for ward conference 
this weekend.
plus teaching along side the stake priesthood and relief society presidents
can be motivation to have a message put together in tip, top shape.

"and moreover, i would desire that ye should consider on the blessed and happy state of those that keep the commandments of God.  For behold, they are blessed in all things, both temporal and spiritual; and if they hold out faithful to the end they are received into heaven, that thereby they may dwell with God in a state of never-ending happiness.  O remember, remember that these things are true; for the Lord God hath spoken it."
-Mosiah 2:41

"Yeah in the strength of the Lord did we go forth to battle…for I did cry mightily to the Lord that he would deliver [me]…and God did hear [my] cries and did answer [my] prayers; and we did go forth in his might;"
-Mosiah 9:17-19

"and it came to pass that we did go up in the strength of the Lord to battle."
-Mosiah 10:10


winter came.

and brought uncomfortable wet and cold
to this tundra we call logan, ut.
needless to say, the first snowfall also left a tinge of magic
and it was stunning.


a realized abstraction.

when you were a young dreamer you'd imagine feelings 
you would have when you were older, living the college life, or falling in love.
at the time, those dreams were so explicit in your fantasizing mind 
and you thought you'd definitely be able to spot the moment when you entered it.
but then years later it comes time to find them and you're still searching.
until one night.
in a moment of cool air that brushes your skin, you open the cafe door, 
the night lights of an old town main street sparkle as you hear your steps click on top of the tessellated floor--
it all catches up to you.
you thought for sure you'd be able to recognized the ideal scenes,
but in reality your young mind only glimpsed an abstraction of what your life would be made of.
you really didn't know the specifics that would lie in the details of those moments.
because the essence of a moment isn’t constructed of the building you're in or the situation that surrounds you--
it's not defined by a single instance in time.  
It's impacted by the ones the preceded it and the ones that are waiting to happen.  
A moment is fabricated by the emotions inside and the current state of your mind.
so now they come almost disguised.
and tonight you are blessed enough to recognize.


this girl has future bridesmaid status.
she is incredible and theres few things better than
when she comes to visit me
and we stay up till 5:30am just talking.


the small and simple things.

it is truly the small and simple things that disperse discontentment, confusion, worries, and anxiousness.  daily scripture study, prayers night and morning, plus diligent meeting attendance along with being proactive in making the gospel a priority truly does fill life with so much meaning. the difference i've recently felt is tremendous.  words of the spirit filled my anxious soul.  pure peace soothed cracks of worry and doubt.  i felt recovered and relief from days of wrestling.  just that tiny change with in me is a witness that it is all true.


she sat at her desk, the whole world to explore.

the life of a wanna be designer can be rough.
one moment i'll be at loss for ideas and wonder why i'm even in the program 
and then a moment later
inspiration will strike and suddenly i have no limitations
and i'm definitely on track.

//  sometimes she just has to find that plane ticket.



i want to stop trying to make things something that they're not.
i want to ignore the stereotypes.
i want to disregard the ideal idea.

i want to photograph things as they are and life as it is.
because it is already beautiful
and all i want to do is capture its realness.


cozy Apt #404

a pre-thanksgiving sunday dinner.

wishing you an early happy holidays from cozy apt #404


marvelous, inspiring, astonishing
how time shapes and molds things
like i've never seen.

experience, circumstance, people.

we evolve
through it all.


one of the prettiest.

sometimes we take trips to brigham city for a new temple adventure. this place is one of the prettiest places i know of.

p.s. lexi is such a lovely, lovely girl and i'm so glad we've become better friends via the college life.


welcome november.

at my school there is a castle and in the fall it is even more magical.