Arizona is calling and I must go...

I owe you an apology. As you see, I've been gone for a while but don't worry, I've never felt happier.

"Welcome to wedding season," is what I have to say. For those who have watched my fast and wild journey, I've been running from bride to meeting to nannying to bride for the past 3 months. Oh lord! The stories I could tell you (but not yet, I'll save those for another blog). 

Eleven weddings shot and five more to go. For a first year rookie I've impressed myself with my ability to stay SOMEWHAT sane and still be able to act like a normal twenty year old. And yes, you read that right!! Not a lot of people know that I'm still not old enough to join my brides, grooms, and lead photographers for an "end of wedding day beer."

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When your only twenty, in the middle of your college career, and almost too ambitious for your own good- it's easy to get carried away with wanting to grow up.

So I did what I did best: escaped for a little bit. I used to have this little blog called, "Midwest Runaway," and it was about all of my little adventures to New York, D.C., Dublin, London, Barcelona, Paris, and etc. The reason why I called it, "Midwest Runaway," is because I'm always thinking about running away to beautiful sceneries hoping for those happy endings. 

This time, the Arizona desert was calling my name and I called back. 

Do you remember what it's like to fall in love all over again?

The kind of feeling where there's butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. Or when you can't sleep at night because your mind is racing over beautiful moments that had found its way to you. That's how I feel about taking off in planes and stepping foot on new ground. As you know, I'm not like most people. When people talk about love they're most likely referring to someone who's touched their hearts. For me, I'm talking about people watching in a popular cafe, exploring downtowns that are foreign to me, and stepping foot on sandy beaches miles away from home. 

My perfect date is between me and a mountain screaming to the lyrics from one of Houndmouth's famous songs: Sedona. 

Hey Little Hollywood
You're gone but you're not forgotten
You got the cash but your credit's no good
You flipped the script, and shot the plot
I remember, I remember when your neon used to burn so bright and pink
A Saturday night kind of pink

My perfect date is sitting around drinking a corona* with a bunch of buddies bitching about Phoenix's infamous dry heat. Seriously. It. Sucks. So. Much. 

My perfect date is venturing off to spontaneous concerts that involve wacky dancing with one of your favorite girlfriends.

My perfect date is ditching the party and exploring what the city has to offer on my own with the exception of my trusted uber driver, Mike.

Lastly, my perfect date is ...me. Ha yeah I said it! If you take away everything and everyone, all you're left with is yourself. You need to be able to love yourself before you love anyone else because you are all you've got in this world. Love yourself!! Its awesome!!**

*UNDERAGED DRINKING? WHAT? SOMEONE STOP HER

**Best advice I've received was from a friend who told me, "if you can't stand alone you shouldn't be able to stand with anyone else. It's a privilege to those who can believe in themselves."

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Running around and creating a scene inside AZ is fun and all but there is a round of thanks that needs to be said so here we go:

Ryan, you were the spark that turned into the fire. You came home last winter and hanging out was a wake up call to the lifestyle I was living. You showed me what it was like to see though a better lens and surprising you with a new lens was the least I could have done. Thank you for being my adventure buddy, car confession, and temporary roomie. Cheers to you and your new apartment!! 

Vanessa, girl, I love you to the moon and back. I'm so happy that you finally got your first big girl job!!!!!! I was so excited to finally meet you after being FaceTime friends for about six months. Your energy and smile is infectious and I constantly wish I could have just fit you in my pocket and take you home with me. Thank you for being my little model and letting me stick you in the middle of parking lots and good lighting for random pictures. 

 

 

 

Another round of applause to my dear readers for sticking out through this lengthy and sentimental blog. My editing break is now over and I must finish the three sessions, two weddings, and embarrassing selfies waiting inside my Lightroom. 

xoxo, NM

an Italian red onion- safeway

an Italian red onion- safeway

 

 

 

 

Nicole Mendoza