When I was little, I used to pretend I was a horse. Or a wolf. Sometimes a tiger. Whatever suited my fancy. I was one of thooose girls. I didn't really play with dolls or put on lipstick and wear my mom's heels. Instead, I created elaborate stories in my head and played them out for hours, sometimes days, until the story was complete.

As I got older, I thought for a time that I wanted to be a writer. Instead of acting out the stories in my imagination, I tried to put them on paper. I would sit down and start these grand novels, only to begin another one after a few chapters in the first. I had every intention of finishing them. I just... never did. Apparently writing isn't my strong suit.

Then I found a camera. Jackpot. I found a way to stop time. To tell real stories. The kind of stories that should be remembered. Need to be remembered. Stories full of life and love that beg to be preserved and shared.

So I guess you could call me a story teller. A really, really ridiculously blessed and happily married story teller who can't cook but laughs a lot and has three dogs. I love my life.

And I'd love to tell your story : )

Bali Part 2: Monkey Forest and Para Luhur Temple

One of my favorite parts about Bali was all of the colors. From the clothes to the food to the art to the flowers (especially the flowers), it’s a world full of color. We got to see breathtaking views of a temple on the cliffs of the ocean, Balinese painters creating gorgeous works of art, and monkeys so close you could touch them. Or feed them bananas. But they were feisty little guys… If you weren’t careful, they’d steal your glasses! And yes, a few more photos of food and orange juice. Because it was THAT good.