Friday, December 31, 2010
Oh what a year.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
The forecast calls for sugar cookies.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
God Jul
Also, my Dad served his mission in Germany so we've got some German influence in our Christmas, too. Naturlich.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Decking the halls . . . with way too much sugar.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
We have reached the future.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Lights, camera, action.
Dear Reader,
Going to Temple Square at Christmastime is one of my favorite traditions. And, much like the bridge at Stourhead,
Big Ben,
or the Eiffel Tower,
I seem to be under the delusion that the next picture I take will be much different and far more amazing than the last 239 that I already have on my camera.
Yup. And guess what THAT means??
Yes, you are smart. It means you are about to embark on a journey of pictures. Have fun!
My faithful adventure buddy.
This is Joseph Smith…in case you couldn’t tell…
This is by far my favorite nativity. It’s Asian style. Respect.
Also, as a side note…this is my last week of my internship. I haven’t been this sad to go home for Christmas since London. Well, I should rephrase. I’m excited to go home for Christmas—I’m just not excited about coming BACK from Christmas. I was walking on campus on Friday and I got a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I felt like I was walking to my funeral.
Oh well. Only 4 more months. It’ll go by super fast, right?
Right?….
Friday, December 3, 2010
A Thought to Open the Christmas Season
Friday, November 26, 2010
I Am Thankful. Surprise!
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Feasting on Squirrels
Friday, November 12, 2010
P.S. I'm famous.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Remembrance Day
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
If you haven't yet, please take a minute to remember those who fought to keep freedom alive, not just in our country, but all over the world.