whattalife.

I am so very lucky to have the opportunity to spend time with, listen to and know Hassan and other kids just like him.

Posted by Refugee & Immigrant Center- Asian Association of Utah on Wednesday, April 1, 2015

flannels and desert air.

Packed up Winnie and headed south to Capital Reef a bit ago to canyoneer Cassidy Arch and sleep  outside. It was so, so, so, so, so good. 

Welcome to America

It's a good life when you get to spend all day with salt-of-the-earth- hearts-as-big-as-the-great-salt-lake people. K. is one of those kids. I took a bunch of photos last week of him and printed them out for him and his mom to keep. I hoped that they would like them, maybe flip through them and smile, but when I brought them over to his house today, it was a whole different story. K. and his mom looked at each individual photo, laid it out on the floor until his carpet was covered in photos. K. looked at me and said, "Kylie, you know what this says? Welcome to America."

because sunsets are magical

what did the poppa buffalo say to his son when he was leaving for college?

BISON!!! :) 

Antelope Island (minus the antelope)

 Got a little antsy this weekend and took winnie and my friend stephen to antelope island and found huuuuuuge blue skies and rocks and bison.

Sierra Leone is one lucky country.

I was so jealous of my pops going to Africa that I made this photo to pretend the whole family (even the pups) went too. 

ZE CHEETAH PANTS RETURN

Please take in the absolute most classiest photo of myself evah. Interesting side note: that shirt I'm wearing? It's got a butt crack on it. Cherry on top baby. These cheetah pants go straight from mah legs right to mah head. 

GAWWWGUHH (georgia)

I have the best pops in the world (who lets me tag along on work trips to dream cities and buys me all the bbq I can eat and visits all the MLK sites with me and even recreates 20 year old photos with me). What more can a girl ask for?

GET READY FOR CHEESE!

GOOEY GOOEY CHEESE.
I remember being 17 and obsessed with blues music and bayous and southern accents and giant trees and bbq and back porches and all forms of southern romance. I daydreamed about taking a greyhound bus to Georgia. I had it all planned out. 26 hours wasn't that long to spend on a bus right? My dad outrightly refused. No. Nope. Never. A 17 year old girl taking a bus by herself across the county? He couldn't think of anything worse. I may have gone across the world a couple of years later, but I waited until I was 25 and could go with my pops before returning to the state of tall trees, red dirt and peaches.

(EXACTLY twenty years later at my second house and my first school.)

OHASD

I had the best time at Sundance Film Festival over the weekend. PEOPLE WATCHING TO THE MAX! And all thanks to one of my favorite friends Ronald, who constantly humors my crazy. AKA: he let me sit on his bus for hours soaking in all the famous/outrageous/kind/silly and most importantly nutty people hanging out in Park City.  I secretly listened in (creeped on) some pretty primo conversations and couldn't help but sharing some gems.

OHASD (over-heard-at-sun-dance):

13 year old chica with hot pink lip gloss: OH MY GOODNESS!! This bus has heated seats!
Cute old man with handmade scarf: Um, honey, those are heated by other people's butts.

23 year old guy with a hard part and purse & said in a whisper to his friend: I brought some hand sanitizer with me because I thought we might take public transportation. It's like sharing a toilet with a complete stranger.  

A 19ishyearold girl with jeggings & in all seriousness: They should call it dark dance because it's dark in theaters. You can't even see the sun in movie theaters.

A gaggle of high school girlies: You will not believe this. Some guy added me on Facebook who is literally wearing sunglasses in every photo. EVERY SINGLE PHOTO.

In other news:
I met the technical director of the festival who has been watching sundance films since 1992 and a beautiful lady who kindly told me that everyone she had ever met from Idaho was a little, no, a lot off kilter. I think that explains it. I can blame all my weirdness on good ole ideeho.

lookie here

My Channie man is turning into quite the model, photographer and adventurer. I mean hard part, flannel AND chacos? I always knew he'd be a lady killer. 

TPT (tetons part two)