Canon slingin' photographer + human tumbleweed. Founder of @whitebuffaloproject. Serial plant killer. Let's get coffee and be friends. 📍HOU, TX
This is the face of pure joy and terror of a Texan walking on a frozen lake for the first time.
When I have a strong emotion to something, I pull out my type writer. I don't usually know what I'm going to say, but there's something specific that comes out of me on that old thing that I can't access through hand writing.
Like anything real, it's terrifying to share. So when I saw that this little ramble had been circulating the internet after I wet-pittedly shared it on my instastory, it reminded me that the minute you're scared of sharing something is the minute you know it's what is true and needs to out in the world.
Even just for yourself.
Keep doin' the hard things, y'all.
Hi! Hi! Hi!
I needyer help. SooooOoOoO.. I'm in San Antonio for the Rock and Roll half marathon and am making a playlist to sweat to.
Let's make some big ol' music magic together (because honestly, it'll make my day.) Pwetty please drop a song you want me to add and why it means something in your life. ❤️
This week has been a mixture of run training (I have my first half marathon this weekend! WUT WUUUT), chugging luke warm coffee, and putting the finishing touches on some of the most beautiful love stories.
September-November were straight cray cray (any other wedding photogs out there?!), so I'm happy to be settling back into routine and kitty snuggles at home for a minute or two. 😻
How was everyone's holiday?
RIP: pre-holiday body. 💀🤷🏼♀️
Goodbye LA. You were full of every French fry I could have ever wanted out of life.
Ever since I was a little girl, I felt a kindred spirit to people I loved. Deeper than friendship and more like family.
@whitebuffaloproject was created out of that desire. To have a table that is so open and warm that it feels like family.
So friendsgiving is truly one of my favorite days of the entire year. Because please look at this. 50 women of different walks, backgrounds, and lifestyles coming together to support each other at one table.
So when everyone walked in with what they had cooked and my kitchen was ripping at the seams with women laughing and throwing turkey on their plates?
There is truly nothing.. NOTHING YA'LL.. that inspires me more than being around my true North people. Those who wade through all the dumb life stuff and point me back to the woman I really am.
So.. sometimes that means a last minute ticket to LA.
Last night, we dressed up in sparkles and leather and I essentially looked like a human piñata. But I felt so free to be the kid I am inside. People would stop and whisper about our ridiculousness and I wanted to laugh at the sky because I couldn't care LESS. I was goofy dancing around in a coat made of tinsel surrounded by people I love having the time of my life. And that was the exact moment I wanted to be in.
Less effs to give, please. I like that Kendall.
Snap by my @buffyyoungblood after eating all the snacks in the city. ❤️
I want to talk about gossip.
I've learned that gossip says more about the person saying it than the person it's about. This includes myself. When I ever talk out of place about someone, I know it's because of some triggered hurt inside of ME- and not that they're deserving of being judged.
I think it's easier for us to point a finger and deflect the attention away from our own shortcomings and soft spots and put the spot light on someone else's.
But to be honest, it's straight up gross. When you do it. When I do it, too.
Because I've been on the other side of it. We all have. And it's devastating. To just be a human being- doing your best, and someone, out of their own misplaced hurt, making sport of who you are, fundamentally. Literally nothing gets forwarded. People just trust and respect the smack talker less and it makes the victim feel too small to grow and make a difference.
So I'm not getting a soap box ova here. I just think we all have the profound ability to cause ripples of change in society by speaking words that grow others and keeping our lips zipped in areas of other people's lives we couldn't possibly understand.
So sorry not sorry for the taboo subject, but you can all keep me accountable about this too. ✌🏼
I love this photo.
Because it's me writing. I've been sitting here tapping away every single day after not feeling like I had anything to 'say' for a while.
So this photo was seeing myself in a moment of my purpose place. Just a piece of moving metal in a tiny old kitchen.
Some of it's good. Some of it is bad. But it feels like play. And that is so dang exciting, y'all.
I remember there was a moment in Indonesia.
I was in this mystical, beautiful place, yet I had already forgotten.
Isn't it funny how fast we lose our awe with the world?
I was looking down at my phone and this song came on. "Rub your eyes. Be surprised. Keep hungry." And it snapped me back to the moment.
This video was taken a few hours later.
But that line has been in my heart since. How life, anywhere, can feel so normal if we lose our sense of curiosity.
So let's stay hungry.
Hungry for life. Not just in the big places. But in the conversations with our Uber drivers. With the food we chose to eat. With the books we read and the weird things that make us tick.
Curiosity. Because that's the only thing that makes an adventure an actual adventure, right?
I should put some really inspiring quote about travel.
But let's get real. This photo was
1. @lindseyeryn running down the street snapping away as
2. @joannawaterfall drove my car at sub 7.34 miles an hour
3. @alexmichaelmay yelling sweet nothings to convince me I didn't look like an idiot while
4. @n_colematthews sat in the back seat laughing and taking pictures of my butt
5. Oh. And I broke my sunroof tryin to pull off this little number.
So. You know. Totally effortless.