The time has come to announce something that is both very exciting and also quite sad, all at once.
Daniel and I have decided to move to Portland, Oregon at the end of April of this year. We are ready to embark on an adventure together: to say no to convenience and to follow our hearts to the prettiest place either of us have ever seen – both in nature, and in culture. You see, at heart we both yearn for trees, fresh air — mountains! Along with that, we believe in the ideals of the city – that recycling, bicycling and plentiful public transportation can make a difference in the environment, and the quality of life of citizens. Portland is our dream town. There are bike lanes, streetcars, food trucks and friendly, like-minded people.
We want to go to there.
Not to say we haven’t loved Denton for the time we’ve been here. In all of North Texas, it’s our mini-Portland of sorts. We will miss the cheap eats, music scene and our little house near the square. Most of all we will miss our families and friends. It breaks my heart to think of the things I will miss this year, and the years to come.
In the context of my business, I have mixed emotions. I will miss the client-friends I’ve made over the last three years. I won’t miss weddings, really, but those were over anyway. I’ll miss Texas sunsets in my secret field, the mild winters and plentiful sunny days. I won’t miss the stress of editing, price haggling and writing 8 million emails back and forth to an indecisive bride only to have her not book. All of that I am happy to leave behind. This will be a fresh start for me. I will of course be finishing out my baby plans, and have made arrangements for those clients, so there will be a couple albums to finish over the summer. After that though, I’m not sure what will happen. I haven’t decided yet whether I want to attempt to replant Heather Mount Photography in Portland. Time will tell.
Anyone who hasn’t yet, but has considered a session with me, please don’t hesitate to call. I will be accepting sessions up until April 1st.
Lastly, thank you. Thank you for letting me and my husband be a part of some of the most precious days of your lives. It has been an honor.
Here’s a little taste from my lens of the city of our dreams:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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