Moonshine Junkyard

all together on saturday morning we left the hustle and bustle of provo and struck out with our wild adventurous hearts for the desert canyonlands of moab, utah. couldn't resist a stop in the weird dusty little town of green river . it was fill-a-bag for $2 day at the thrift store, and we made quick work of the place. we had a big laugh at this next picture later - - thrifting is serious business for these two! arriving in our beloved red rock country. i am glad i just finished another Terry Tempest Williams book, An Unspoken Hunger , so i can return to it now for echoes of these places that invigorate and inspire our souls. "Hands on the earth, I closed my eyes and remembered where the source of my power lies." addie is especially enamored of these lands. it feels like the very heart, the center, of her body she says. "Each of us harbors a homeland, a landscape we naturally comprehend. By understanding the dependability of pl...

friday night i headed across the canyon in the cool fall eve to join my sister and her friends in nevada city for a big ol' wild west style bash that she's been cooking up for quite some time.  everyone showed up in kerchiefs, boots, leather, turquoise, suspenders, vests, holsters, bullets and feathers. true hoe-down fashion.  i wore an antique black corset, silky blue feather boa, and poufy black bloomers with blue ribbons. we slugged whiskey from flasks and stirred cocktails with a stick. there were cakes soaked in rum and shaped like cowboy boots. flags, stars, lights, and homemade saloon doors. addie even had tinny ragtime music coming from hidden speakers so it sounded like it was playing in some haunted basement. there's me frolicking with sasha . the dancing just couldn't quit. four september birthday girls celebrated that night: addie, bee, andi, and kristen. what grand old dames, a saucy brothel, a beauteous bevy! kriste...