Driving from Park City into Salt Lake City

I think my favorite thing about Utah is the sky.

I love the details of Virginia. I can look at one particular tree and be mesmerized. I took at least 10 shots of the same tree over and over again. Virginia's beauty lies in the beauty of her parts.

She is like a child. Every detail, every dimple, the cute little fingernails, the tiny little ears, the white teeth, the shining eyes. Her beauty is in every detail.

Utah is like a weathered old man. His beauty is in the sum of his parts. The craggy chin, the wiry hair, the lines on his face--all ugly in their own right. But together, the sum of the parts creates a reflection of majesty, age, maturity, and creates in the beholder an inexplicable sense of awe.

It's interesting how landscapes can change your entire perception of beauty.

There are so many little things that I would change about myself. Little things that I find unattractive. I hate that my tummy has stretch marks, that I have more flab than I'd like, I hate that my fingers are thicker, that my boobs are larger, I could go on.

But, I'm not a child.
My true beauty is in the sum of my parts.
My fingers are strong and capable.
My tummy is soft and reflects beautiful times with Ben and Jerry.
My boobs, well, they're a gift. :)
I am a reflection of a complicated life.
I am a reflection of good and bad decisions.
Each of which have brought me to this day.
I am a beautiful collection of flaws.