here's a pola of grant walking through the tunnel at rivi's to surf.
I kind of like that the emulsion is all smudged. brings back fond memories of darkrooms and developer.
baby sister anna, was visiting my parents and found these little gems on my mom's computer.
sometimes I really miss my sisters.
I wonder if I took for granted the last months we all lived under the same roof... knowing it will never happen again.
growing up and letting go can be seriously hard.
right this moment I wish I could hide under the kitchen counter, avoiding dishes and holding back laughter. It sounds like complete contentment.
(photo by the one and only jonathan canlas)
(photo taken by jonathan canlas)
happy mother's day to you. I really lucked out during the selection process.
(ps. now you have to make a comment. don't be scared. we all love and adore you. it can be my mother's day gift. I WILL be a mother someday!)
(grant editing a wedding video he shot on his brother's computer)
I can't seem to leave grant alone when he's on the computer.
I lean on him, put my toes on the keyboard and screen and get impatient if he doesn't "surf" the web fast enough. On the flip side he is absolutely NOT allowed to bug me while I am the computer. no watching over my shoulder, NO touching the screen....no touching the cords, plugs or anything that may or may not hook to my computer. my computer is MINE and I am in charge.
I guess life really isn't fair sometimes. (but, grant, wouldn't you really miss my toes all over your screen if something were to happen to me?)
what do you get away with in your marriage that is unacceptable for your spouse to do? just curious....I have a few more... (sorry babe. I know I am a lot of work and I really do love you).
here is a screen shot from the macbook with some of our favorite wedding images.
thanks jon. you did us proud.
the "fellas" have frequented this spot for quite some time. right next to some of their favorite surf spots in san clemente, love burger has become the breakfast spot of choice after a morning of peeing in wetsuits. love those boys (one in particular).
what you order is the breakfast special with french toast, 2 eggs and 2 pieces of bacon. if you are "bunker" you order it with an extra slice of french toast.
It may look greasy...because it is and it may look calorie ridden, because it is, but it also looks extremely tasty...because it is!
wow, looking at the close up makes me seriously hungry.
breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. going out for breakfast is my favorite morning activity. makes me feel like I still live in new york city.
(photo taken on the lawn in front of little blue house. this is what I have instead of grass)ok, so you all know what I'm talking about when I bring up "perfect life" blogs....right? the blogs out there that make you think you seriously have problems. the blogs that make you wonder why you're the only person that has a bad attitude and cellulite. "perfect life" blogs show only smiles, and bliss and good looking people with perfect fashion and loads of money and endless supplies of creativity. "perfect blogs" are not perfect. they lie.
so, I know this blog of mine is mainly used to showcase photography with occasional personal information. because of this I don't usually vent all of my frustrations or woes through my blog....I don't know...I guess I think it might not be, professional?
well, it's been a pretty rough week, and not from the outside, but from the inside. I have thought a lot about the meaning my life has...or doesn't have. I've struggled wondering if I'm doing enough, doing the right things or if you can even call what I'm doing, "doing". I have been bugged with work, home and husband. SHOCKER! my life is not perfect...at least not this week.
I just thought you all should know, so you won't ever mistake my blog as a "perfect life" blog. It's easier to show the happy and sunshine, and I think that's the stuff most people want to see, but I know sometimes it's comforting to be reminded we are all editing. we bloggers select what you see and read and what you don't. remembering that already helps me feel better.
here is to being imperfect! cheers!
(this is maybe the most hideous photo I have ever seen of myself....for your enjoyment. taken on my imac a few years back to document an extremely ill moment. believe me it took some courage to post this...I don't even know who reads this blog...except for noelle and my mom. I hope this cheers someone up.)
the nanny goat making some delicious cinnamon rolls
grant and I hid easter eggs. can you find the one in the lemon tree?
mini tramp, big hit with the little people
grant gave baby wright a little chair to sit on and we covered him in a blanket. he sat there for a long time.
my steph
almost walking!!!
taking photos of tani...I either get this face (upbove) or this side (below).
what a great day. church with grant's parents, then dinner with family and friends. I loved having all (but one) of my nieces and nephews in one place. matt and nikki where also there (no photos to prove..sorry)... I truly feel like they are family too. did I mention there was sunshine and perfect 70 degree weather? I love california.
my website at www.rachelthurston.com was in dire need of a makeover! until the transformation as taken place the site will be down.. BUT the blog will be alive and well so check here daily for recent work and inspiration.
get ready for a new and improved rachelthurston.com!
some detail shots of a saturday night evening spent at rivie's.
we had a long day of shooting and ended it perfectly. grant surfed as the sun set and I bundled in a blanket on the sand. I ate strawberries, played with my polaroid camera and worked on tax deductions (the best part of taxes)... all while giving fistpumps to my husband after a good ride.
It was great. the sun and the waves were just what we both needed.
in honor of easter, here I am.
this is how I remember easter as a child...easter dresses. boy, did I love dresses. there was even a time, after my brother had chopped all of my hair off, that I strictly wore dresses so everybody would know I was a girl. easter dresses usually consisted of a pastel, dropped waist dress, a hat of some sort and gloves.
the finger wag in the first photo was some sort of photo trademark of mine around that age.. and the hat on tilt...wow. dude, the dollar bill in my basket...money in eggs was always a favorite at our house. I would have rather found a quarter in a plastic egg than candy.
thanks mom and dad for making easter memorable.
mom, I think you should probably still buy me easter dresses...BUT only if there are gloves involved.
ps. I love you jesus. I know easter is really about you. this post just happened to be about fashion and money. sorry about that.
on the island of oahu, hawaii.
tristan getting his first conference foot rub..and loving it!
wright jr. actually asked to have his photo taken. I am madly in love with this two yr old.
faith, doing what she does, performing. I think she has over 500 songs memorized.
crazy girls with their dad.
aunt rachel getting in on some of the love (photo taken by the grant).
I love tristan's face, his hand on his brother and the car shoes.
tay kept sticking her head in the temple fountain. she just needed to "cool" off.
I have the best memories growing up of spending conference sunday with family. we would have a big breakfast, snuggle in our jammies, give each other foot rubs (mom's tradition) and eventually fall asleep....all while listening intently to the words of the prophet. I'll be honest, it was pretty exciting to get to spend church time in pajamas.
my mom would always turn on "the music and the spoken word", sung by the mormon tabernacle choir. she blasted it throughout the house signaling to us that it was time to drag ourselves to the TV. wrapped like mummies in our blankets, because the house was right around arctic levels, we would nestle in together. the body heat and the words we were about to hear were a simply a matter of survival.
this last conference sunday, wright, steph and kidlins came for a visit to the little blue house. It was fantastic!
grant and I made breakfast....scrambled eggs, homefries (with purple potatoes big wright was too freaked out to eat), bacon, frothy banana oj and homemade cinnamon rolls. delicious to the max.
our house is not the biggest, in fact, probably the smallest. I was curious to see how the kids would manage. they did great. I think for the most part they thought they were in a house made for little people like them.
some of my favorite quotes of the day:
"rachel and grant, I really love your house"- taylor
" I just love how many windows there are that you can open up!"- taylor
" were are we going to eat?"- taylor
"grant, how do you even sleep in here? It's so small!"- faith
" I want water"- wright jr.
"I want grape juice"- wright jr.
"I want milk"- wright jr.
" I think I need to stick my head in the water one more time"- taylor
" want to hear a song?"- faith
We half watched and half maintained madness then went for a visit to the LA temple. I loved having them in my home. I am thrilled they love so close to us now. I can't get enough of those wee ones.
(in front of our little blue house)
has it only been one month? seems like it's always been this way.
I love trying to stuff ourselves into our miniature house.
I love going to costco with you (even more than when we were just dating)
I love hanging my clothes next to yours
I love waking up every morning for 30days with you breathing out of your mouth next to me
I love people calling you "mr. thurston" and people calling me "mrs. porter"
I love watching shooting star after shooting star with you under the thick sky in boipeba
I love instant oatmeal with you
I love missing you so much when you come home at the end of the day that I just need to smother you
I love you going into the garage so I don't have to
I love going to "grown up" church with you
I love me always asking you if you have the keys
I love that we both know who "patti" is
I love when you say its time to invest in new camera/computer equipment
I love being able to tell when you are tired 20 minutes before you can
I love your ski slope toenail
I love you trying
I love you being so patient with me wanting to be a rockstar
I love cadwell talk
I love getting to go to seattle with you
I love sharing everything
I love you always wanting to pray or have family counsels or fhe
I love that I have my very own boy
I love my husband
happy one month to us. I am so happy.
salvador, brazil