Monday, September 4, 2017

When life becomes ordinary

Just the other day I got an email that this domain name,, was slated to renew. And I thought to myself, "is it even fitting to have this blog anymore?" It's been four years since my last post. In that time I'm afraid to say that life has become, well... pretty darn ordinary.

In four years, I got engaged, married, adopted a dog, and within the last year moved back to Georgia, bought a townhome, and this summer welcomed a baby girl into our lives. Our daughter Lily Caroline was born on Monday, July 3, 2017 and suffice it to say, our lives have changed dramatically.

After all of these major life changes, the truth is that I'm actually okay with this ordinary kind of life. And even more truth - I like it. I'm finally starting to feel like I'm settling into motherhood and what a journey the past two months have been since Lily has been born. This instinct to care for this little tiny girl and the love I have for her is beyond what I can even begin to put into words.

While I'm no longer working on remote islands or holding seasonal jobs in a national park, I'm in the biggest adventure of my life right now - motherhood. For many, settling down and starting a family seems like the opposite of adventure. Greg and I traded the carefree lifestyle of deciding whether to go backcountry camping for the weekend or spend the day skiing for a new life of raising a family in the Atlanta suburbs. But here's the catch- to me, this is unordinary. Nothing I could have read or advice I could have listened to would have prepared me for this thing called motherhood. And I hate to say it but Google has become just another place to let my fears run wild. In a sea of do-this, don't do-that articles for parenting, I'm ready to throw the search button to the wind and let my instincts take the wheel.

How did parenting happen before smartphones were attached at our wrists? While I don't have any statistical backing, my instincts have me guessing that childrearing, for the most part, was passed down generationally and culturally, from grandmother to mother to daughter and so on. And to me, there is comfort in that. I can attest there is not comfort in searching the web for "how much spit up is too much spit up," finding a million different reasons while your daughter is projectile spit-upping, and then trying to decipher which malady she may or may not have. The comfort is hearing from others that maybe she's just a two-month old that spits up a lot because that's what babies do.

All in all, I'm going to keep the blog. Even though I'm not living in some fantastical place, there are plenty of unordinary moments worth sharing in my newly found ordinary life.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Butte, Montana

My friends here in Montana poke fun at me because of my affinity for Butte. What used to be a booming copper mining town, downtown Butte now appears as a desolate reminder of an opulent past, with it's architectural grandiose ranging from Victorian to Art Deco. I walked the area on a Sunday afternoon, yet the only people outside were those on the patio of the local watering hole. At some points it was a little unnerving with how quiet the streets were. I got the impression from a couple locals, staring "you're not from around here, are you?" I read on a sign Butte claimed once to be the "richest city in the country," and it does show. However, it also shows much of it's decline. A lot of the structures don't seem to be preserved or even occupied for that matter. I don't mean to discredit Butte as a city, in fact, I love it. It has a quirkiness only it's history can provide. The architecture leaves to your imagination what used to be, locked in time without the distractions of contemporary facades. Heck, I even saw a guy ride a horse to the grocery store. How's that for a time warp?

Please excuse the picture quality. I had flown back from Atlanta without my camera, so these were taken with an iPhone, and edited.

Friday, June 21, 2013

The Blog is Back! Pictures from the Beartooth Pass

Attention Interwebz! I'm blogging again, with some photos to share.

Recently Greg and I drove the Beartooth Pass, an inconic highway which travels between Yellowstone National Park and Red Lodge, Montana. You literally feel on top of the world for this drive! This was early June but there was still so. much. snow. This area is actually popular for summer skiing (not even kidding), but Greg thought the conditions were a bit too icy for him. We decided to just to do the drive, head towards camp and enjoy being a tourist for the day.

 On Top of the World

(Notice the height of the snowpack from the road)

(Have I mentioned how much I love marmots?) 

Plateau Patterns


 Tree Man


Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Friday, November 16, 2012

Bryce Canyon

Although we were only there for a couple of hours, I was entirely transfixed by the geologic formations at Bryce. We hiked the Navajo trail, which starts at the top of the canyon, travels down into the canyon through a series of switchbacks and with a great feat of endurance, back up. Once inside the canyon, I imagined what it might feel like to be a miniature figurine among these colossal orange giants. There is a naturally occurring glow within the walls, created from all of the orange rock, bouncing off spires and dispersing the light from within. It was a photographic wonderland to have all this wonderful light at my discretion. I could probably spend hours here wandering around and through the canyon. I definitely want to go back to explore more here.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Zion National Park

Here are some of my favorites from Zion. My pictures hardly do this park justice. I could not stop looking up the entire time I was here! 


When life becomes ordinary

Just the other day I got an email that this domain name,, was slated to renew. And I thought to myself, "is it...