Well, the boys and me. This past week we flew down to Tacoma, where I was shooting a good friend's wedding. Jack went on his first plane trip (and the nice Alaska Airlines flight attendant gave him his wings!), met his great grandma, and was introduced to all our friends in Tacoma. It was so wonderful to be back in a city where we feel so loved.
We are at a crossroads thinking about where we will find ourselves, geographically, this time next year. We don't really want to stay in Anchorage, even though it's affordable for us, and Jack + I get great healthcare, and my parents are here. I guess when I put it that way it sounds pretty stupid to leave. Anchorage just doesn't feel like the right spot for us. So we're at a crossroads, trying to figure out where to plant our little family.
In the meantime we are back home in our little Alaskan apartment, staying cozy while the snow falls outside our windows. I snapped these shots of Dan and Jack at our Airbnb in Tacoma last week. These two dudes are my fav.
![This print feels even more relevant today. We all joke about the dumpster fire of [insert year here], but the important message of this image to me is that *we persist* through the horrors. We stand, we fight— maybe for ourselves, maybe for oth](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/574dddd6d51cd4bc35c1609a/1730935170369-03GPKQ5NF73VAE65RHO6/image-asset.jpeg)
