Pit Stops around Utah on Film

September 17, 2014

I’ve been using the Hasselblad less and less (with the Pentax 67 taking the lead). This last roll I had developed was a bit sporadic, with only one or two shots from each location. But that made it a pretty fun roll to look through once I got it back from the lab. It shows a bit of diversity Utah has to offer. And hey! Even an urban shot.

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Also, this film was Kodak E100S, so it turned out a bit punchier than my usual film. It’s a fun experiment, but the more film I try out, the more I fall in love with Portra.

Park City on Film

September 15, 2014



I’ve been branching out to do some landscape photography lately. It’s not my forte, and though I’m not 100% happy with how these turned out, I’ve learned a few things that I’d do differently next time. (Namely, narrowing the aperture a bit more to allow for a deeper depth of field, putting more things in focus and having an overall sharper shot.)

I’ve got a few more batches of film to share from the summer, including two portrait sessions! Pretty pleased with how they turned out, considering it was my first go at portrait shots on film. And if you are shooting film, I’d highly recommend using The Find Lab for developing your film. They are based here in Utah, and they offer special packages that include feedback on your film. It’s been super helpful, and not intimidating at all.

I’ll be honest, I felt embarrassed to send in my first few rolls, because I was scared they would turn out horribly exposed, and the folks developing my film would just laugh in my face. That’s not the attitude of the film world at all. Film shooters stick together, with the hopes to convert more photographers to film along the way. So, if you’re thinking of shooting film, DO IT.

Both photos shot in Park City with the Pentax 67, on Kodak Ektar 100 film.

Island Park, Idaho on Film

September 12, 2014


The day after our little river adventure, and our last day in Idaho, Jordan and I went on a hike around the cabin. I’ll be honest, I was a bit at odds with nature that day. We had pushed our luck with the lightning the day before, and I really wasn’t in the mood for a run-in with a moose or bear. But the hike ended up being animal-free (minus some friendly cattle).


Just as our hike was ending, the wind and rain picked up again, and we were ushered back to the cabin with more thunder and lightning. Nature’s a wild one.

All photos taken with the Pentax 67, on Kodak Ektar 100 film. Also, that’s my red shirt Jordan is wearing. I wanted him to ‘pop’ agains the greens and blues in the background. He’s a good sport. :)

Lotoja Classic 2014 // Logan to Jackson Bike Race

September 8, 2014

Another road trip!


Jordan and I realized in the past month, we have road tripped around Utah in almost every direction: North to Idaho, South to Blanding, Utah, and East to Wyoming. All we have left to do is West (Nevada/Cali/Washington, anyone?)


Can you believe those fall colors, though?

We headed northeast to see the Lotoja Classic, a 200+ mile bike race that starts in Logan, Utah, weaves through Idaho, and finishes in the Teton Village in Jackson, Wyoming. We were there to film a cyclist for work. It was a pretty incredible backdrop for us to shoot!


Race start time was a bright and early 6:40 AM. We had to focus on mostly capturing video, so I don’t have many photos from the actual race. Also, for the majority of the race, we were on a different route, so to not interfere with the cyclists.

Our finisher! He beat his goal finishing time. We were so proud!


It was a pretty incredible thing to witness. Cyclists finished as early as 9 1/2 hours, while others came in after about 13-14 hours. Regardless of how fast, any finisher deserves praise. It is tempting to be a participant. I can only imagine the euphoric feeling of crossing after over 200 miles of biking. I mean heck, I feel like crying anytime I finish a half marathon! It really is amazing what the human body is capable of.

Island Park, Idaho // Labor Day Weekend

September 3, 2014

Let’s finish this summer out with a bang, shall we? Labor Day weekend was an exciting one, to say the least. We headed up north to our friend’s cabin in Island Park, Idaho.


It was about 20 degrees cooler than Utah, and we were chased inside multiple times by some mighty rain and thunderstorms. But we managed to have fun, nonetheless! Hiking, motorcycling, and canoeing were all on the menu. Idaho ain’t half bad.


These little suckers got up to a speedy 30 MPH! Maybe even 35. We tried our best to ditch those muddy potholes, but it was fun to get a bit dirty.


The real adventure began when we decided to chance a break in the storm and hit the river for a two-hour excursion. (Can’t help but think of the ‘3-hour tour’ part in the Gilligan’s Island song, because we were in for it). Here we are, happy and pleasant. And unassuming-


I’ll admit, in retrospect, the ‘Aloha’ hat was a bit of wishful thinking. Not 30 minutes into the excursion, it began to rain. The rain promptly turned into hail. The hail grew in size, and soon we were being pelted with marbles of ice. At this point, we were still a bit amused at the whole situation, laughing to each other about our misfortunes. But then the lightning came. That’s when things got a bit scary.


We pulled off onto shore after a bolt of lightning struck less than a mile away. A few people from our group (including a cute but terrified three-year old) decided to brave the bear/moose-infested forest in attempts to find our car that was parked at the starting point. The rest of us huddled under the raft to find relief from the persistent hail. At this point, there wasn’t much of a plan. We were hoping to get dry and maybe wait out the storm, but it was showing no sign of stopping.

We received a call (somewhat miraculously, as Jordan initially planned to leave his phone in the car, because service had been spotty all weekend) from our car-seekers, who had finally made it to the parking lot, one hitch-hike and 45 minutes later. We discussed our options. Carry the raft, kayaks, and metal canoes through the field/thick shrubbery and risk an animal attack AND being struck by lightning, OR finish our river excursion in the storm, thus eliminating the risk of animal attacks. But maybe increase the risk of a lightning strike. The canoes were metal, after all.

We chose the latter, and after a quick and desperate prayer, we braved the chilly river. Our rowing became almost mechanical, each stroke bringing us deeper into the storm, but closer to the end of the river run. In the mean time (and unbeknownst to us due to lack of cell service), our friends in the car were texting us to ditch the boats and head for cover. We pushed on, frozen and soaked from the incessant rain (hey, at least it wasn’t hail anymore!) The lightning seemed closer with every strike. Finally, we came to some cabins on the shore, a sure sign that the road was close by. We pulled off and took shelter under a random, uninhabited cabin porch. Jordan took off to find the main road and cell service, and to get in touch with our ride.

Thankfully, we were able to meet up with them pretty soon after. We hastily loaded the canoes on top of the suburban, piled in the car, and, with a huge sigh of relief (and some nervous laughter), headed back to the cabin.

The best part? Before we had left for our river adventure, we put in two frozen Stouffer’s lasagnas into the oven, and timed it just so it would finish when we returned. Despite not going quite to plan, the duration of our excursion was about what we estimated, so those lasagnas were hot and ready. We devoured them both. I dare say that was the best meal I have ever eaten.

Until next time, Idaho. :)


Our Parents

August 27, 2014

Back from a bit of traveling for work, and I’m still trying to play catch up a bit. Time to dust of the keyboard and write.


We hiked up Timpanogos Falls this past weekend (quick photo sesh with my old roommate and her husband). I toted this little camera along for the shoot. It’s an old Canon AE-1 Program SLR passed down from my parents. Jordan’s parents had the same camera back in the film days, so they passed theirs along to Jordan, too. The two of us being camera people and all, they knew it’d be in good hands.

Due to some mechanical issues, Jordan’s camera and MY lens were out of commission. So, I swapped out lenses and stuck on Jordan’s lens to my camera. Now it is a hybrid camera, with parts from mine and Jordan’s parents combined.

And I dunno, I just thought that was kinda cool.

Fun fact: Jordan’s parents and my parents were married on the same day. In the same state. Their anniversary was on Monday. So I guess this is just a little tribute post to them. I’m trying real hard to write out some profound metaphor about this camera/our relationships with our parents, but words escape me at the moment. Cut to photo.

Canon AE-1

Another Home

August 18, 2014

BBrasmusse000715-R3-E021EditCanyonlands at Dusk // Hasselblad 500 CM, Fuji Reala 100

Back in my early online journaling days, I’d often forgo my own thoughts in place of lyrics. Blame it on my hormonal/angsty teenage years, but sometimes a song just says it better.

The nights are getting shorter
I don’t know where they go
And I am getting older
And it’s starting to show

And ever since I left my mother
It’s much harder to know
How to make my own life here
How to make my own home.

– Mother and Father, Broods

Film Friday //

August 15, 2014

BBrasmusse000715-R2-E012EditAmerican Dream // Pentax 67, Kodak Ektar 100

Out of all the photos I have taken in my life thus far, Jordan is my most popular subject. Sometimes, he gets annoyed with it. Especially when it takes me more than 1.5 seconds to set up the shot (which is every time). But what can I say, he’s my favorite. And maybe one day, his progeny will be grateful that his life was so extensively documented.

Happy Friday, y’alls.

O me, O life!

August 12, 2014


When my own words fail to express my own thoughts…

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?”


That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

– Dead Poets Society (1989)

City of Blanding, Utah

August 11, 2014


Last weekend, we had a family reunion with some of Jordan’s extended family (most I had not met before) down at the base camp to adventure: Blanding, Utah.

It is just over a 4 hour drive, so we loaded up the Subie and headed south east. We encountered some pretty nasty/beautiful summer thunder storms along the way.


The storms were just begging for a photo op, so we pulled over and had a quick photo sesh/Muse dance party. It’s hard to put into words what it felt like on the side of the highway, watching the storm clouds roll in as Knights of Cydonia blasted from the car speakers.


Blanding is known for some pretty unique stuff. Well, that is if you’ve heard of Blanding. It is home to a Dinosaur Museum, and is rich with pioneer heritage. We trekked a few miles outside of Blanding to see some ancient petroglyphs. (Including the famous mammoth petroglyph, of which I was blind to).


Laughing about our eyesight failures.


Those storm clouds, though!

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We stayed at Jordan’s great uncle’s house. It had a southwestern charm and included an at-home salon!


This nightscape gives just a glimpse of how big the sky is down there. We sprawled out on the warm driveway one night and marveled the stars. And witnessed the longest shooting star ever in the world.


Stopped off at Wilson’s Arch on the trip back home. So yes, we had fun. Time spent with family is always time well spent.

Here’s a blurry outtake that I like.


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