I saw salmon spawn for the first time on a Sunday, after a running race in Carkeek Park. I wrote about salmon spawning and the love of a mother on a Thursday morning. That Friday afternoon, The New York Time's Modern Love editor wrote me back saying he would like to publish my article. We… Continue reading I can’t stop thinking about salmon…
When Evan finished his first semester of—official—nursing school, I did a little celebratory dance for the occasion. And—of course—I watched the video over and over, because I'm addicted to that laugh. The beginning of this journey feels like so. long. ago. Because it's been a really long journey—this whole Evan-in-Nursing-School thing. He has worked nights… Continue reading my favorite laugh.
During a welcome beat of my new-found stride, I went on a hike with some badass ladies tonight. We hike fast up the "M" in Bozeman. It's like the "M" in Missoula… same same, but different. Montanans love putting letters on mountains. Afterwards, we hung out on a bench and talked and watched in horror… Continue reading I accept.
a friend from jackson [and then missoula] visited our new home. we expect her to make the move to bozeman soon. it's just so comfortable having her around. so familiar. and then we listened to a new ratatat song and I missed the KHOL days desperately. oh, the morning scramble. I miss it. how awesome is… Continue reading just like it.
It has been two days since my family left after a beautiful time of celebrating my graduation/birthday. Which means that it has been a little over a week since I finished my master's in media arts. Which means that Evan also finished his semester in Missoula and then made the move to Bozeman. Which means… Continue reading two days of the simple.
Evan and I have spent the two months of our engagement driving back and forth from Missoula, Bozeman, and Jackson. Things have been a little more insane than usual with us both finishing up our semesters (my final!!!!) and moving and new jobs and new communities and whatnot. But being engaged has been amazing. I… Continue reading engagement photos.
I'm up to my ears in final projects and films for the semester and I've lost my manfriend to his new mistress — the library/studying for finals. but somehow we found time to find a tree and find each other. I love this time of year… maybe more than ever before. being in the mountains… Continue reading merry + bright.
Dear All, I can't believe I haven't talked about 20/Nothing on this here blahg. The whole International Documentary Challenge was an insane, amazing experience. Through one of Missoula's craziest blizzards, Sarah Meismer, Caitlin Hofmeister, Josef "Tuna" Metesh, and myself spent five days making a film we love about a guy we love: Evan Smith. We… Continue reading A Love Letter. Re: 20/Nothing.
To 2014! Cheers! photos by evan.
I'm so glad you're here.
My cheeks hurt from laughing so much. Can't Dan Long just live here for always?
It's been two weeks now and I had hoped to talk to you about something other than my accident. The good news is that I'm looking good for a woman who tried to take out a tree with her face… It even looks better than that, but I can't get myself to take photos of… Continue reading sixty-five percent water.
I can't let 2012 slip into the memories without genuinely declaring it the best year yet. The blahg took a hit, I know I didn't give you much here, but real life flourished. I got to… • ski in Missoula with friends old and new. • celebrate my amazing manfriend with many Missoula friends at… Continue reading real life flourished.
The death plague that I've contracted from Jackson has given me pause with opportunity to document how wonderful the trip was. I didn't get to spend time with all my favorite lovelies, but I did get to soak up some supreme mountain time. [no energy for captions or correct spacing. just good times galore.] … Continue reading fox in the snow, diamond in the sky.
so many things are just so bright. [the excitement inside.] first off, get excited with me. listen to this song and dance through the rest of reading this... i am working on final projects for my first semester of grad school... eee! it feels so right. filled with creative energy, i want to create, collaborate… Continue reading results are almost.
It's a troubling time of wanting to go back. To anything, everything. Two of our dearest Missoula friends are in Jackson right now, at the Bike-In Movies: The poster was designed by moi... which makes it even harder not being there. Talking with Sarah on the phone, telling her where to go around town, I… Continue reading wanting to go back to jackson, saturday, greece, italy and then wanting to go back to now.
Yesterday was my birthday. There were so many highlights... here are some... • Riding on the back of a tandem bike to work... drinking a delivered latte. • Birthday pie. • A phone call from Italy that included three renditions of adorable little-girl Happy Birthday singing... in Italian, Spanish, and Chinese... ah-mazing. • Great news… Continue reading i’m SO glad.
Yesterday, while working at my desk, I had a little internal dialog with myself... Okay, tomorrow's my birthday... how old am I turning again? 27. Oh, 27? I'm just gettin' started! I loved this genuine interaction with myself. It does feel like I'm just getting started... just finally figuring out the beginning of figuring out… Continue reading move with eyes open.
This was my weekend... It was Evan and my anniversary yesterday. We celebrated on Friday. He gave me that card in the middle... complete with the awesome guitar player. [when i first moved in with evan, i saw a guitar and was convinced he was borrowing it from someone because i was convinced he did… Continue reading la voglio.
There is this one laugh that I have that I hate. And every time that it happens when I'm around good friends, especially Anna Davis, I say, "God, I hate that laugh." Sometimes, Ms. Davis beats me to it, saying, "God, I hate that laugh." You would, too. It's this one-beat, high-pitched, loud, "eeeeHA!" It's… Continue reading so… we’re here to inspire.
wull hay. 