Masthead header

thanks a latte, have a grande

So, good news. I have officially scored a shift supervisor position at a Starbucks here in SLC. Yay! I totally wasn’t expecting to transfer in as a shift, so this is super exciting. My store is in an area called the Gateway, about 5 or 6 blocks from our apartment (!!!)… It’s kind of like Turkey Creek in Knoxville, but much less suburban and with no parking lots all over the place. I think it’ll be a good fit, having worked at Turkey Creek for two years, and just being used to working higher-volume stores. I was worried I’d get stuck at a low-volume store and be bored to tears, but even though this one doesn’t have a drive-thru (which is kind of awesome), it still does the same kind of business as Montvue. So new challenges, new benefits, new partners… all kinds of newness to get used to. 

Buuut, I will ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS have a special place in my heart for my Montvue family. I miss them so much already, and I know they’re irreplaceable. Partners and customers both. So here’s my little tribute to the last few shifts I worked there. I love you guys, and I’m counting on you to keep Montvue the fabulous store it has been since the day its doors opened two years ago. 

img_9135cA different kind of coffee brewing…


img_9137cSingle-handedly, this image sums up exactly how much I will miss Jimmy… aka Severus.


img_9145cAnd Joshua’s ability to make me laugh uncontrollably…. yeah, I’ll miss that too.


img_9146cSarah, Sarah, Sarah… Why did it take so long for our love to bloom? Also… have you emailed her yet? Well, HAVE YOU?


img_9158cAww, Stephanie is pretty… And a pretty awesome manager too. She has always believed in me more than I’ve believed in myself, and has pushed me to be the shift I am. What leadership skills I’ve developed in the year and a half I’ve known her, I owe largely to her.


img_9187cI honestly don’t even know this guy’s name. He just saw me behind the counter with my camera and asked if I came just to take pictures of him, and I said, well, of course, and so he told me to come around front so he could pose. Let me just say, if every Starbucks customer were like this, my job would be a walk in the park. Clearly he does not have a debilitating caffeine addiction that requires him to be absolutely beastly to every human being he encounters before he gets his fix. I mean, we don’t have ANY customers like that… OF COURSE we don’t. :)


img_9192cI find this picture to be absolutely hysterical, because the looks on their faces are SO PERFECTLY posed. Just think about enthusiastic their voices must sound when they greet customers in the drive-thru every morning: “HI! Welcome to STARBUCKS! Would you like to try A DELICIOUS ICED COFFEE today? Oh, SWELL!!!” Yay.


img_9193cAnd this one of course… I mean, what do you expect when I run outside with the camera and tell them to hang out the window and pose?




img_9310cThis is the face I make when I’ve had my turkey bacon breakfast sandwich and iced apple chai every morning. But not a moment sooner!


img_9322cWait… aren’t those thermometers supposed to be IN the pitchers? AHEM. (Can’t take credit for this one… Sarah had my camera!)


img_9329cSometimes the coffee misses the cup and lands on my hand. Which kind of hurts, what with the 200 degree temperature and all. I am always baffled when people ask for their brewed coffee to be extra hot. BECAUSE 200 DEGREES ISN’T HOT ENOUGH ALREADY. (Credit to Sarah, again.)


img_9366cThere was supposed to be a whole series of pictures of me and Sarah, which were AWESOME, but unfortunately most were lost to waaaay overexposure. This is the only one I could salvage. And I love it still.


img_9400cErin and Tyler, looking as bad-A as they do in real life. Ha! When you marry into the Starbucks family, you still get to be included in the photo montage, Tyler. Just in case you were worried about that. Then again, you may not be able to even see this picture, because a little birdie told me that you haven’t broken down and purchased internet access yet. :)


img_9427cSarah is pretty. I’m jealous of her hair.


img_9432cMolly was having a very bad day. She did not want her picture to be taken. I said, TOO BAD because it is my LAST DAY and I want to remember your face. Fortunately she has such good friends as me and Sarah to force her relentlessly to get in front of the camera.


img_9436cThis picture is so…. Jimmy.


img_9463cMy, what a beautiful drink you have! (This is why iced caramel macchiatos are my favorite to make.)


img_9466cThis is Gary. He comes in every single day and orders at least two, if not three or four, quad espressos and sips on them outside while taking in the view (and let me tell you, Montvue Road is not much of a looker, so the espresso must have been pretty dang good). Yes, this is the equivalent of anywhere from 8-16 shots of espresso. PER DAY. I’ve told him on numerous occasions that if I even LOOKED at that much espresso at one time, I would go into cardiac arrest. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re a retired veteran. YOU CAN DO ANYTHING. Also, Gary’s wife makes the best oatmeal cookies I have ever had in my life. Seriously. Whenever she would bring them to us, I would go hide in the backroom and eat like five until I made myself sick. They’re that good.


img_9470chahahahahahahahahaha…. The person hiding behind that Twilight book is James. He was also an English major, and I think he was taking a class where they were supposed to be reading these books that had little if any literary value, but were still somehow wildly popular. At least, that was the excuse he gave US for showing up with it one day. So we had this whole conversation about just how TERRIBLE the book was, and we were making Molly get all worked up (when she was already having a bad day- how terrible are we?!) because she was sucked into the whole series even though she, too, knew just how badly the books were written. Anyway, that was more rambling than necessary. I probably should have just let the image speak for itself. But really, when have I ever been able to do THAT?


img_9476cThis is Molly’s “get out of my face with that camera before I kill you and feed you to the vampires in the Twilight series” look.


img_9487cWell, at least ERIN was taking this picture seriously. :)


img_9494cMolly. You are pretty. All I wanted was just ONE GOOD SHOT so I could play with your bright purple eyes and red hair in Photoshop. Is it really so much to ask? I mean, see how beautiful you are?


img_9498cYay! Two people smiling at the exact same time! Success!


img_9512cI love Polaroids + I love these two girls = I love this image.


img_9521cAlso, did I mention that Molly is a ridiculously good artist? Dangit, I wish I had remembered to take this with me!


img_9532cSo precious I might puke a little bit.


img_9535cThis = another amazing Jimmy-face.


img_9541cAnd this!


img_9542cAnd THIS!!!


img_9539c…. But sometimes he’s nice and kind of normal. On days when Severus doesn’t visit, that is.


img_9545cI don’t know if I like the earring or the bokeh better.


img_9564cWork it, Erin, work it!


img_9573cDon’t ask.


img_9577cIt’s true. Erin does stalk people. One time, when she had just started working here, she saw Molly’s passport hanging out of her bag, so she memorized all this information about her, including her Social Security number, and then, later on, in casual conversation, she started dropping random facts that only a stalker would know. Needless to say, it freaked Molly out. Kind of a lot.


img_9606cI mean, THIS is the face of a creeper. Am I right? :)


img_9613cDon’t be fooled. Donnie wouldn’t even hurt a fly. But he looks JUST crazy enough in this picture to go there.


img_9615cOkay, THIS reminds me of THIS:

40-year-old_virgin1hahahahahahahahahaa…. LOVE IT!


img_9619cAnd, well, I think this is a pretty appropriate note to end on. Especially considering that Molly was the one who LEAST wanted her picture taken to begin with! Little did you know how crazy a person who shoves a giant DSLR in your face while you’re trying to make lattes could REALLY be…




megan - so precious!! I absolutely love your pictures, and Sarah is too freakin’ cute! Its crazy how Starbucks can seem like “just a job” most days, but really its so much more because of the people you work with and how they truly can enrich your life! I miss the partners so much, and there are days that I wish I could be one again. I can’t wait to see your new store, I bet its so fabulous!! Amazing pictures mrs. trinker, you are truly gifted!! Love you!!

kimber - those pics of jimmy are hysterical. he gave me pirate stickers. :)

admin - hahaha, this is not surprising. oh jimmy. how i love him.

Severus - This site sucks; (except for the pictures of me). Where are the promised nudes of Jamie? What a rip-off. The Dark Lord is angry. Lots of Love, Morgan and Jamie, (especially Jamie). We miss you so very much.


So, here we are, finally. In Salt Lake City. Still unconverted. And we even found PLACES TO DRINK BEER. So there, all you Utah-naysayers. It’s been an exhausting 5 days or so, but we’ve managed to make it all in one piece and with some sanity to spare. Mostly thanks to our parents and friends, who helped us in more ways we can thank them for in the packing, loading, care-package-dropping-off, driving, unloading, installing, organizing… Did I mention we already found places to drink beer? Oh, and guess what else: THEY HAVE KRISPY KREME HERE. I think God smiled upon me by flashing that “hot donuts now” sign as we were driving around today in search of a Target. 

We love it here already. The homesickness hasn’t really had a chance to register yet, and I don’t think it will until my parents-in-law leave Friday. Don’t get me wrong… saying goodbye was excruciating, and in most cases we pulled a “welp, see ya later!” and ran off before the heavy duty intense emotions set in. I tend to be on the emotional side, and I get very emotionally attached and nostalgic about people and places, but it is seriously exhausting to allow myself to really, truly FEEL that emotion. So I try to avoid it as much as possible. Does this make me a bad person? 

Anyway, there is still too much excitement around here for any negativity to seep in, and I can’t sit still until every last thing is in its place and I finally get just the right curtains hung in the living room. So no pictures of the apartment til just the right curtains arrive. That would be my mom coming out in me. Can’t help genetic predispositions… what can I say? 

So until then, I wanted to share two things with you: first, a passage from Donald Miller’s “Through Painted Deserts,” which we listened to on CD in the car somewhere between Kentucky and Wyoming, because it more adequately sums up everything Jamie and I have been feeling lately, and in a much more eloquent way. It is even better when heard in Donald’s voice, but this will have to do. Also, of course there will be a visual portion of the blog. I mean, DUH. I know you’d probably throw daggers at my face if I didn’t post any. And because my blog header reads “Morgan Trinker Photography,” I’d probably deserve it. 


“I remember the sweet sensation of leaving, years ago, some ten now, leaving Texas for who knows where. I could not have known about this beautiful place, the Oregon I have come to love, this city of great people, this smell of coffee and these evergreens reaching up into a mist of sky, these sunsets spilling over the west hills to slide a red glow down the streets of my town.

And I could not have known then that if I had been born here, I would have left here, gone someplace south to deal with horses, to get on some open land where you can see tomorrow’s storm brewing over a high desert. I could not have known then that everybody, every person, has to leave, has to change like seasons; they have to or they die. The seasons remind me that I must keep changing, and I want to change because it is God’s way. All my life I have been changing. […] Everybody has to change, or they expire. Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave their home and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons.

I want to keep my soul fertile for the changes, so things keep getting born in me, so things keep dying when it is time for things to die. I want to keep walking away from the person I was a moment ago, because a mind was made to figure things out, not to read the same page recurrently.

Only the good stories have the characters different at the end than they were at the beginning. And the closest thing I can liken life to is a book, the way it stretches out on paper, page after page, as if to trick the mind into thinking it isn’t all happening at once. […]

I want to repeat one word for you:


Roll the word around on your tongue for a bit. It is a beautiful word, isn’t it? So strong and forceful, the way you have always wanted to be. And you will not be alone. You have never been alone. Don’t worry. Everything will still be here when you get back. It is you who will have changed.”


img_9643c Goodbye, Knoxville. For now anyway. I know you will be there when I get back. But I hope you don’t mind if I seem a little different next time. Maybe you will too.

img_9636c“Well, your face would look this pitiful if your parents were forcing you to become addicted to sedatives just so you would ‘settle down, for crying out loud!’ I’m a dog, people. I was not designed to be in a car for days on end. Just so you know next time you get an itch to load up the moving van and drive 1800 miles across the country in two days.”

img_9652cThe idea was to take a picture of every state line we crossed. But then I was sleeping as we passed through Nebraska, and the streak ended. Ah, well.

img_9655cWho says Kentucky isn’t beautiful? (And by the way, people like to talk all the time about the vast differences in landscape from one region of the country to the next, but many of the pictures I took along the way, from the South through the Midwest and finally into the mountain states, are very similar. Same rural backdrops, spotted with ranches and farms and grazing animals. I kind of loved that. It was like just seeing America, not seeing all these separate regions with their separate cultures and people. You should try it sometime.)

img_9668cIt didn’t take long for the sedatives to kick in…

img_9685cI think that rolled-down windows are God’s version of the Holy Spirit for dogs. Gretchen looks almost as happy as I am when I see Krispy Kreme signs.

img_9692c“Seriously? Another sedative?”

img_9731cSince I was not willing to risk losing my camera to the highway by hanging out the window to take a picture of the look on Gretchen’s face here, I had to get a little creative.

img_9737cJamie jabs me in side as I am dozing off…. “Hey! Hey! It’s a cool bridge! Take a picture!” Ah, what an assistant he is.

img_9768cI did catch Missouri though! (Barely.)

img_9774cThis was about the nicest thing St. Louis had to offer. At least from what we could gather driving through it on the interstate. Pretty cool though.

img_9785cAnd so the boredom sets in…

img_9787cAnd apparently making faces with your wedding ring in your mouth just isn’t quite entertaining enough…

img_9797cSometimes when I wear Chacos, I like to pretend I am a granola girl. But then I have to go and take a shower and eat processed food and ruin the whole thing.

img_9816cRoad trip perfection.

img_9832cSunset in Nebraska…

img_9853cSunrise in Nebraska. Taken only moments after getting a $119 speeding ticket. Priceless.

img_9871cPit stop in Cheyenne, Wyoming to meet up with Megan, Brandon, Mike, and Jen for lunch. Yes please.

img_9880cThis picture was made possible by Jamie’s gorilla arms. Thanks Jamie for having such abnormally useful limbs!

img_9882cCutest pregnant girls I know!

img_9888cWhat the mile marker is blocking here is quite possibly one of the most intriguing billboards I’ve ever seen: “Nation’s Smallest Town: Bufort, Wyoming, Population 1.” How is that even possible? Can I have MY own town? Except it would have to be probably second smallest with a population of 3, because Trinker, Utah would just not be complete without Jamie and Gretchen.

img_9947cHello, gorgeous!

img_9990cAnd so the sun sets on our journey, with just a few hours left until we make it to our new home, sweet home. Tempting as it was to stay in Wyoming.


All in all, it was a pretty fun time. At least, the parts I was awake for. I promise there will be many more pictures and updates, but right now my body is still struggling to adjust to the time change and it is LATE, people! Love you and miss you all. Come visit!


Amy - Morgan, I am so excited and happy for you! What a wonderful journey you are on. I wish I had known about Painted Deserts when I did either of my cross country moves. So eloquent. The pictures are gorgeous and you did such a wonderful job documenting your journey! Thank you for posting photos. You inspired me to get back to my own cross-country move photo album and make sure they were captioned and organized: Check it out when you get a chance.

Meanwhile, Starbucks is not quite the same without you, but as you quote, one has to change or die. We miss you, but envy you your exciting journey. Congratulations, and have fun getting settled and exploring your new home!


johnnies and junes

Okay, so I don’t know how I have missed this, but today I found out that Zooey Deschanel and Ben Gibbard are ENGAGED TO BE MARRIED. Oh, only two of my favorite musicians of my life. Together. Getting married. This is basically a perfect match. If you do not understand why, please go listen to She & Him and Death Cab for Cutie while you look at the following picture:


Check and check? Done. So pretty much I think this duo is one of our generation’s Johnny and Junes. You know, the solo artists who are all folksy and artsy and mysterious and adorable who, in storybook fashion, fall hopelessly in love and then have Reese Witherspoon and Joaquin Phoenix play them in a posthumous hit film. I can’t believe it, but I actually found a video of the two of them doing a duet, and, well, I think it pretty much speaks for itself (when you ignore the quality of the actual video, that is):


Oh my stars. I am in love with both of them… at the same time… and especially together. Call me creepy, voyeuristic, psychotic, whatever. I don’t care. They make magic together, and the thought of the two of them getting married fills my heart with glee.

Another of my fave Johnny and Junes is Jenny Lewis and Jonathon Rice. Okay, yes, I love any and everything about Jenny Lewis and feel sometimes as though we could be pretend BFFs, but I have to say, she looks pretty dang good with Jonathon (who, coincidentally, starred in the aforementioned Walk the Line). I mean, just look:













Too ridiculously adorable. 

Oh, and what’s that? You want to see them perform together too? Well, if you insist:

I mean, I don’t know if I’d be down with singing with a girl my fiance recorded an entire album with (The Postal Service, need I say more), but apparently Zooey and Jenny put the past behind them and recorded together on Jenny’s newest album, Acid Tongue:

Yes please and thank you. Wonderful.

Now, my fantasy world of country-love goodness would be complete if Conor Oberst and Maria Taylor would just go ahead and get back together. Seriously, guys, you can work out your problems. And then write a moody, semi-depressing love song about it later.

I mean, remember these days?

Come on, now. I mean, we all know Conor’s probably got some sort of incurable self-destructive drug addiction, but Maria, that’s where you’re supposed to intervene and flush his pain medication down the toilet and threaten his dealers with a shotgun and stay by his side ’til he gets better. Don’t you want him to record that epic album at Folsom Prison?

Okay, I’m done. Done. Thanks for indulging me. See, I don’t really care much for the Dancing With the Stars drama and Brangelina and all that crap, but this stuff? I live for it!


should i just rename the blog “ode to jenny lewis”? | Salt Lake City, Utah Wedding and Portrait Photography | Morgan Trinker - […] all the reasons I am in LOVE with this girl, see these old blog posts: HERE and […]