Twenty fifteen was a year of transition. A year of closing chapters and setting them aside to make room for the one I was about to write. I learned what independence was and what home was not. I stumbled into new friendships and fell out of some old ones. And I started scratching the surface of who I am, discovering the ins and outs of my heart. It was a year of beauty, but now it's time to usher 2015 out and start anew.
I fell more in love with Instameets and people.
I had two weeks of snow days with my favorites.
I shot my all time favorite styled shoot and made some new friends.
I went early morning canoeing and photographed my first proposal.
My brother got married and I got to capture it.
I graduated high school and family time was precious.
We wandered the West and talked to strangers.
I danced in the streets of New Orleans.
I hosted a Campstameet.
I went to college and I worked with the Clarion for the first time.
I made a vision reality with these two, Tevas, smoke bombs, and an abandoned building.
We went to the mountains and watched the lights flicker on in the city.
Brynna and I went on adventures.
I went home for Thanksgiving.
I said goodbye to my first semester by climbing abandoned buildings with my friends. These memories I hold in my hands like precious stones.
I went home for Christmas and learned that home isn't made of bricks, it's made of roots.
And now, with a barrage of confetti and prayers, twenty sixteen is here. I have a good feeling about this one.