And so it begins…
And as with all first snows, I’m a little excited. A little cold, but excited none-the-less. Come February, I’ll be aching for blue skies, but for now I’m enjoying the freshness of this new season.
It reminds me of the first time I experienced a “first snow fall.” I was a freshman at BYU, living in Deseret Towers (T-Hall), and we dorm-dwelling ladies were on our way home from the Varsity Theater on campus. We had just watched Air Force One, I believe, back before the Varsity got in trouble for editing rated-R movies for the Mormon crowd. For some reason I think we were dressed up. Not fancy like, but in costumes, you see. It wasn’t Halloween, but that means nothing. We dressed up for everything we could … class registration, reading days before finals, birthdays, Wednesdays … you name it, we could find a costume. You couldn’t name it and we’d still find a costume.
Anyhow, we were walking back up the hill to DT and it started to snow. Little tiny flakes falling, for only a few minutes. It was so exciting and beautiful. I was thrilled.
Thinking back, BYU was a source of many a thrilling memory for me. I loved my time there and still adore Provo. I hate it when people bag on “the bubble” (so nicknamed due to its “Pleasantville” qualities–happy & neighborly Mormons abounding [although I'm sure there are some crotchety ones too], and 30,000 college kids who are never at a loss in their ability to make their own fun sans alcohol, drugs, & sex despite living in a city where everything closes at 10) I mean really … what’s so bad about that?
But whatever. Back to the memories … most of my dearest friends and fondest times happened there. Amazing classes, a beautiful school, majestic mountains, football games, teaching at the Missionary Training Center, dances, parties, dinners, new Church wards and new apartments full of new girls every year.
This weekend the ladies of the Green Gables house in Provo hired me to take their “roommate pictures” and I haven’t been this excited about a photo shoot in a long time. I loved spending the morning with these gorgeous girls, taking pictures, and remembering what it was like to be 23 and at the tail end of my college experience. And I know I’m biased, but I think the pictures turned out pretty great too. :) But really, how much hotter can a group of BYU co-eds get?!
Here are just a few of my favorites from the day, but you can see more in the Facebook album here.
And if you have a group (family, roommate, or otherwise) or event you’d like photographed, please email me. I would really love to take your pictures.