Comin' Alive

The Wasatch Mountains

I'm combining my overdue update with one of my nostalgic reflections marking the end of something I've chosen to define, in this case: 2011. It's a wordy one, so if you're here for the photos, I'm afraid the above is all I'm giving you right now.

Bright Lights, Big Mountain

Members of Deer Valley's Synchro team

Tonight was Deer Valley's annual Torchlight Parade. Ski School instructors are asked to participate in the lit procession down Big Stick. I opted to shoot it this year, if I'm here next year I think I'll sign up. It was one of those things that as soon as I saw it happening I said to myself, "yup, should've done it." However, I am really happy with some of the shots I got. See below!

Doc Holidays

Christmas lights on my street, Doc Holiday Drive

Hope everyone had a very merry Christmas! I promise a real update in the next few days.

Memories of Angeles

A belated Thanks

The set table, before the feast

Thanksgiving is probably the holiday most rooted in tradition for me. We always have it with my mom's side of the family: Grams, Auntie Lorin, and Eden. Over the years our table has expanded and contracted, but the core remains the same (as do the dishes, even if we try new things each year, they're always in addition to the staples). It's always the same headache, the aunts yelling at my grandma, the kids being generally unhelpful. But it always turns out DELICIOUS, even if my mom tries to force salad down our throats (seriously mom, no one needs salad when there's stuffing and gravy). So I present Thanksgiving 2011, at 449 Wetherly:

The buffet all set

Eden holds a glass of champagne