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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!


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oh, the hair colors, they are a changin’

Me and my hair have had an interesting relationship. I’ve never been satisfied with it just as it is. People seriously think I’m a natural redhead, and although I think it would have been nice if God had given that to me in the first place so that I would not depend on L’Oreal, I can’t even just leave it at one shade of red. It’s been everything from black to dark auburn red to bright crayola red to orange to reddish-blonde. And every color in between. Oh, the memories I’ve had with hair dye. The awful highlights that turned my hair pretty much white in high school. The hair dye parties in our dorm room with Ashlee Simpson playing in the background. The many trips to Sally’s Beauty Supply, Eckerd’s, and Target to follow whatever whim I had. I’m definitely not one of those people who is scared to touch my hair with anything. I’ll do whatever to it. Which is probably why it decided to fight back by starting to FALL OUT about 4 years ago. If there has ever been a traumatic event in my life, losing my hair has been right on up there. And to many people, this may seem completely trivial. And they would be right. It is. Nonetheless, I’ve cried over it, sobbed, been to every doctor/dermatologist/endocrinologist/specialist I can think of. I’ve taken vitamins and supplements, I’ve stood on my head to increase blood circulation (YES, I KNOW), I’ve been in denial, I’ve given up, I’ve accepted it. I think I’m pretty much in the acceptance phase now. I mean, what else is left to do? It’s not terrible yet. And it may stop someday. Whatever.

But I love to go back and look at the journey my hair has been through- what I’ve put it through- since I bought my first box of hair dye back in middle school. 

Au naturale:



Black, but fading back into red (which is pretty much what my hair always fades into now):



Brown (and why yes, that IS a purse I made with pictures of Chris Carraba on it. Shut up, he was dreamy. And still is.): 



And WHOA BABY red (fave!): 



I searched high and low for pictures I had of me as a sort-of blonde, but couldn’t find them. Guess you’ll just have to use your imagination!

Pretty much, though, I always come back to my tried and true red. There’s just something so FUN about being a redhead (and fooling everyone into thinking you’re a NATURAL redhead.) Well, except for when creepy old men call you “Red.” Reeeeally clever, guys. Just sweeping me right off my feet. 

Just thought I’d share some more old nuggets with you… I bet you wish I’d go take photographs of something new so I’d quit the reminiscing, eh? Well, you try finding time to shoot when you’re busy procrastinating on all the important things you have to do. It’s not easy, let me tell you. :)