Stephanie Carson

My favorite color is purple. I like it so much that I decided to paint half of my house purple. The back half. The front and sides are a nice olive green so my neighbors would not be upset with a purple house on their street.

It is said that purple represents passion. I am a true believer that we all must possess passion in our lives. Without it we not only become bored, but we become boring.

Photography and Rock Climbing are my two main passions. One supports the other on many different levels. One is my life and the other my vent.

I have a dog named Duck whom I love very, very, very much. He is my protector and best bud who follows me everywhere. He found me in the year 2000 and just seemed to stick around. I guess he knew that he found someone who needed him just as badly as he needed to be loved. He's 15 now and still going strong. It must be the hiking and climbing!

The Duck has a cat named Oliver! with an exclamation mark at the end. This is because he would get into so much trouble as a kitten Oliver! is the only way we ever pronounced his name....and Oliver! is the only thing he responds to.

Oliver! has a dog named Martin that the Duck picked up in Pikeville, Kentucky. I suppose he wanted to bring Oliver! home a souvenir from our spring road trip in April of 2009. To put it bluntly, Martin is a lemon. But I still fix him when he's broken because I sorta have fallen in love with the little guy.

Other things you might find amusing (because I love to amuse)...I have 4 motorized vehicles. A van I bought for a $170, two scooters, and a normal grown up car. The van is neon green on the top half and taxi yellow on the bottom. Yep, it is a retired taxi van. During the summer I ride my scooter almost everywhere except when the Duck is with me. I wish I could train him to ride in the front basket.

I mostly hang out in a coffee shop in Clifton even though I really don't drink coffee.

In short, I'm just a gal who is trying to make it through this life as best I can with a lot of laughter and beautiful sunsets.

Thanks for visiting my website. Please stay awhile and hopefully my photos will move you to gigglement and maybe then you will understand why laughter is so important to me.

Road Trip Photos

Saturday, November 7, 2009 at 1:22pm Posted in Weddings

My facebook users have already seen these, but I decided to put a few up for you.

After spending the day in New Orleans, we decided to head down to Grand Isle and spend the evening. For those of you who have read my blog all the way back from 2002 you might remember me talking about this quaint little place. My brother, Mike and I decided to take a road trip in the summer of 2002. Our final destination was Galveston, Texas. But before we reached Galveston, we spent afternoon driving south through the Louisiana bayou lands all the way to the southern tip of the state. At the end of the day, we came upon this tiny little camping area where you literally drove your car onto the beach and pitched a tent and camped. My brother and I loved it and to this day, it is one of my fondest memories ever. It was supposed to be one of those memories where I can look back when I’m 90 and think it had all been worth while.

Fast forward to November, 2009. I knew that one day I would return and I wanted Duck to be there too. This trip seemed like a good time to do that. We drove down State Route 1 and were shocked to see that it just stopped and had been replaced by these long bridges that hang high over the little towns and cross over the flooded fields. A lot can happen in seven years, I suppose. It was a shorter drive for sure, but I feel part the the magic of the trip was traveling through all those little towns. I was further disappointed when we arrived and we found that the little campground had been destroyed by Katrina and would not be reopening. My hopes of recapturing the magic was gone. We did stay in another campground which was right over the flood wall and you could hear the beach…but it wasn’t the same as waking up and looking out over the water at the shrimp boats in the distance sharing the night with a full moon. It was an all too familiar reminder that sometimes we can’t go back to the way things were. Some times we must simply move forward and remember the good times for what they were. Sometimes revisiting the past just leaves us disappointed. I don’t know if I will ever be able to look at that Summer in 2002 the same way. It’s now one of those bittersweet memories for me.

Here are some sunset photos that I took on the way in.

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