I'll be honest, I haven't really felt inspired lately to make photos. I'm not sure what my deal is. I'm in some kind of winter funk I suppose. So, this weeks pictures aren't anything amazing, but in contrast the moments were definitely worth remembering. I'm absolutely loving the snow. I wonder how long I'd have to live in Colorado before I got used to it. I woke up the other morning, looked out the window, and ran through the house literally jumping up and down saying, "SNOW! SNOW! SNOW!" If I remember right I had the same reaction about 20 years ago. Some things never change.

(P.S. Burnt cookies make for good snowman eyes)

I also might add that on a job for Chris Giles Photo in Telluride, CO. this week, I stayed at the most swanky hotel I'd ever been in. Room #58 at the Lumiere Hotel was only one step down from the penthouse suit and had two bedrooms with private baths, a living room, dining room, and a decked out kitchen including stainless steel appliances and marble counter tops. After a 12-hour day of shooting a beautiful home in Mountain Village I soaked in the tub at the hotel while watching the food network on my bathroom's flat screen T.V. The next morning, as I got ready for another full day of shooting, I took a shower with 4 shower heads and a heated bathroom floor. It was a good week. Check out Lumiere's website to see some of Chris's work.

Happy Holidays :)

Oklahoma Living Magazine.

I recently had the opportunity to work with Oklahoma Living Magazine to produce a few photos for the recipe feature of the December issue. Not only did I photograph the process and finished product of Figgy pudding, but I was aloud to be involved in the cooking as well! I've heard of Figgy pudding since I was a little girl because of Christmas songs, but I never understood what it was. And I never knew that "pudding" to the English is really just a word for most desserts. Thank you, OK Living for the opportunity and for teaching me a few new things about food!

Well, obviously, it's Monday, not Sunday. I have carried a little too much on my load lately and as often as I thought about blogging yesterday, it never happened. The only time I really got my camera out this week was to snap a few moments from when we cut down our Christmas tree. I've always preferred real trees but have this nagging voice of guilt that seems to come along with putting one in my home- like I took the life of something so innocent. (Excuse me while my tree-hugger persona comes out here.) Growing up, my mom would buy trees from lots, or a Christmas tree farm where you pick the one you want and they chop it down for you. And then the year before photography school, when I had my own house, a friend helped me chop down a Charlie Brown tree on his land.

This year, after over an hour of fumbling through the snow, we found him (it's a boy this time.) And we just stood there- "we" meaning my boyfriend, my dog, and myself. I got my camera out to snap a shot of him in his element and then looked at Chad with expectancy that he'd begin to start sawing. Instead he reached what looked like a serrated butter knife toward me and said it was all me.

He's perfect. The tree I mean. And once he was adorned with lights and a few trinkets, the feelings of guilt slipped a little further to the back of my mind. Plus I can now say that I cut down my first tree!