I must be a crazy person

September officially marked the month I began launching this whole photography business. September is also officially the last month we will be living in this house. Only a crazy person would try to launch a business and move in the same month.

Hi. I'm Trysha and I serve crazy on a daily basis.

I have had a hectic month; packing, throwing, washing, re-packing and branding. I am so blessed to have Lisa (I know I keep talking about Lisa Lisa Lisa, but people, she is AMAZING!). She sat and listened to my zany ideas, took my incoherent rambling and made it into something tangible. Then I scrapped the whole thing and she made what I wanted better.

All while I packed the kitchen.

I really want to devote a whole blog post on how I have come up with my branding concept, but that will have to wait. At least until the business cards come in.

In the mean time I found a really fun box in storage at my parents house that I packed at least 10 years ago. I pulled it out of the barn attic and sneezed off the accumulated dust and golden light, fairy dust and magic came out of the box. Wanna know what was in it?
Stay tuned. :)



I blew up my husbands car. I'm not quite sure why I'm blaming myself and he certainly doesn't blame me, but I was sitting in the passenger seat at the time of said radiator explosion. Okay, so EXPLOSION is a bit of an exaggeration. There was a smell (antifreeze), a POP followed by a horrible hisssssssssss and steam. Lots and lots of steam.

I made a phone call to my Dad. At times of crisis and when I really need something a phone call sounds like this. "So...um...Daddy...I'm-not-sure-what-happened,-I-was-just-sitting-in-the-car-and-it-exploded-and-there-was-a-bad-sound-and-steam-and-I-think-I-smell-antifreeze." Deep breath. "Can you come get us?"

Then I followed up my Friday melodrama with a trip to the DMV. Because no bad day is complete without a trip to the good 'ol Department of Motor Vehicles.

They. couldn't. help. me. 
I went to Starbucks and ordered a Venti Pumpkin Spice latte.

All my husband had to say about a split radiator, a botched trip to the DMV (which, lets face it, has to be the worst kind of trip to the DMV) and my meltdown prior to my latte was "I'm just glad we got to spend this messed up day together."

Hi, Perspective. I'm Trysha. So glad my husband introduced us. :)

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*Lisa, my lovely lovely Lisa...Do you think we could do something about this blog layout? (and when I say we, I actually do mean...uh...you. Pretty please? LOL) Look, the photo doesn't even fit and making the photo smaller, well that just won't do, will it? :)