And, At This Moment (Vacation: Part 1)

This is what you've been waiting for.

The grand of all GRAND posts! (Actually the beginning of a series).

I don't really know how many vacation posts I will have....but I am taking it one step at a time.

I am big into photography lately.  If you haven't noticed.  So, I took many many pictures the past two weeks.  The probability that I will capture an awesome moment in time is greater if I take more photos. :)

So..here goes.

The Picture Story of My Vacation

By: Mallory

Date: June 2011

Chapter Uno:

One fine summer day, my mother and I traversed across the great lakes and spacious lands to the place they call....

Utah.

(We Flew).

Watch the Airplane!!

I spent my time doing photoshoots on the ground. (of myself).

This is me and my mother!

After we had arrived...

We found our Uncle, whose name is...BOYD!

And this is him:
(He looks a little angry but he is actually a really happy person!!  and he has a good humor).

 And we stayed the weekend until the time of EFY.

While I had spare time, I took pictures of Boyd's lovely flowers...

And as you can tell from the raindrops on this iris, it RAINED.

And was cloudy and the weather was plain blah.  The only cool part about rain is that it stops forest fires and makes the land quite luscious.

MMM...

I also took a picture of a slug in Boyd's back patio place.

It was just cruisin' along....makin' it's way to who knows where.

I just LOVE this picture.  The sunlight's reflection...AAHH!!

I could call this one...

The Wall of Grass

Yeah....grass grows out of pavement.  No big deal.

I have a thing for reflections.  It's WHAT I DO.

Ah....BUDS...the start of a new life.

Yeah...a plant grew up out of the roof.  NBD AGAIN. 

This is a shattered/broken window.

And THEN....EFY JUMPED UP OUTTA NOWHERE.

AND IT WAS MONDAY MORNING ALREADY.....

(Story will be continued.)

Loooove,

Mallory

(the blog-ista)

P.S. Don't mind that I came up with like fifty tags for this post.  I'll probably have pictures to post for the next eighty years from this vacation.