{I Heart Ogden}

I'm not a early morning kind of a gal. The only times I have ever woken up earlier than 7 am is when I am traveling or for that one killer semester back in college. Things have changed a little since the dog, but not enough to require me up earlier than 8. So, no one was more surprised than me when I pulled myself out of bed at 6 am Saturday morning. Deep, deep down, buried somewhere between my good intentions and my brain, I have always harbored the notion that it would be a lovely thing to be a morning person. I fondly imagined myself waking up at the crack of dawn so I can sit on the porch and watch the sunrise while I eat my breakfast (fruit and granola). I would then head off to the gym, because I am totally healthy like that. I would be so proud that I was up and at 'em while the rest of world was lazily sleeping on. These musings, however, were about as close as I ever got. I have never had the will power. That alarm goes off and I hit snooze over and over again until Scott gets mad at me and then I just turn it off.
But I digress. I woke up at 6 am on Saturday because I had a photography shoot with Adam, fellow photographer/cousin-in-law. We had talked long ago about attempting to do this. Scott, as I have mentioned before, isn't so much a fan of going out with me. Sure, he will go if my life depends on it (literally), or if we are on vacation and he doesn't have much of a choice, but in all other scenarios he is adios. Even when he does go with me he looks like such a sad, bored puppy that I feel guilty and decide to end my endeavors early (the same is true of shopping). So, when the opportunity arose for me to go with Adam I was super excited. I don't photograph for pleasure nearly enough and I hardly ever go with someone.
After many different options were discussed we finally settled on Saturday, Odgen, meet at 7 am. Sure, I know the light is better early and all that, but I wasn't thrilled to give up my sleep-in-day. I have to admit that I went to bed on Friday with a little sadness in my heart. However, Saturday morning came, I got up, and even showered--yay for me! It was worth it. The light really is better. Also, it's pretty cool to realize that at 10:30, when I would normally be waking up, I had already been photographing for 2 hours. I felt very productive and satisfied with my early-rising bad self.
I think it was safe to say that fun was had by all. We were flashed by a large man with a butt covered in tattoos, Adam made fun of me and my 3 cameras, (hey, I just can't commit to one), and I was able to convert Adam to all the wonders of Ogden. I have always loved Ogden. Sure, I know it is considered ghetto, but I think it is ghetto fabulous.
So, there you go. That was my Saturday. Here are some of my pictures. I will be posting more tomorrow or maybe the next day.

~Later Alligator





Here is our favorite apartment ice box. I wonder how it got here?