Crescent Barred

June 6, 2016 by Bess

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It might be Monday, but I wish it was still Memorial Day at Crescent Bar.

Between boat tie-ups, BBQs and secret spot smokeouts, I managed to snap a few photos. TBH I probably took more client photos than personal pics, but such is life…

I haven’t been to Crescent Bar since college and this trip by far surpassed my last. Our camp crew rocked, we had a responsible boat driver and the weather couldn’t have been better. I returned to Seattle with a mild sunburn and unforgettable memories.

Huge thank you to Mallory and Kyndall for making our girls road trip one epic adventure! Next up — SeaFair. Who’s ready!?

♥ BB

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I’m Cannabess

April 20, 2016 by Bess

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Today marks the first 4/20 I’ve felt confident about my cannabis career. I’ve always been an advocate for the industry, but it wasn’t until recently I realized my true potential. For those of you just joining my #cannabess adventures, let me recap how things came to be.

During summer ’06 I lived a UW frat where I met Bri and Liz. As “non-sorority girls” we broke the rules. We stuffed towels in the door jams to smoke weed in the house. Rules are meant to be broken, right? If you told me ten years later we’d grow legal weed together, I wouldn’t believe you.

Fast forward to 2011. I’ve returned from China, the economy is shit and I’m in Seattle for holidays. Bri now grows medical marijuana and I am lucky enough to photograph her garden. My dad still doesn’t know I smoke and my mom thinks these photos came from High Times. Apparently (because I don’t remember this) I even told my best friend Brittanie, “I wish I could just photograph weed all day.” TALK ABOUT MANIFESTATION.

Jump ahead a few more years. It’s March 2015. I’m going through a career transition and looking for work in LA, DC and NYC. On a whim I text Bri about working in weed. A few days later I receive a job offer. The first person I call is my anti-drug Dad, who strongly encourages me to take the position. I accept. Adios LA, I’m coming back to my roots.

By April I’d moved to Seattle and started at Western Cultured. I spent five months in the garden learning to clone, transplant, scrog, harvest, trim and package. Eventually I transitioned to sales and marketing, then solely focused on marketing.

Two months ago I received a full-time Content Mannager offer from Grassworks Media. I happily accepted, and brought Western Cultured on as a client.

Oh, so how did Cannabess come to fruition? I’d pondered the idea of a cannabis-only webite (hello, SEO) but couldn’t think of a name. I went on a Tinder date who asked if people call me Cannabess. Mind blown. They didn’t, but they’re about to.

Today I photograph top 502 producers and retailers including NWCS, Dawg Star, BelMar and Greenside Recreational. I love our clients, appreciate my co-workers and have the best time creating content.

I can’t wait to see what recreational cannabis has in store. I strive to create quality content which breaks the stoner stereotype and serve as a positive face for 502.

While my political activism is on the back burner, my passion for it still burns like a fat bowl. Who knows, maybe one day the marijuana industry will fund my campaign?

If you haven’t already, follow the adventures of Cannabess on Instagram at @imcannabess. Website is coming soon, so stay tuned.

Happy 420 readers. Thank you family and friends for your support as I grow in this budding industry. Have a great day and #LightUpTheMoment!

♥ BB

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Lake Sammamish Birthday Sets

April 14, 2016 by Bess

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Bess Byers Lake Sammamish

Birthday Sets > Birthday Sex

What better way to ring in my 29th rotation around the sun than with an epic birthday set on Lake Sammamish?

The boating crew braved frigid temps to throw down on what Seattleites considered a warm day. John, Eddie and Chelsea hit the wake hard. I broke my bindings last summer (I need an upgrade from the ’04 Mavens I’m riding) so stuck to surfing.

While this marked one of my more mellow birthdays, and the last of my 20’s, I couldn’t have spent it with a better group of people. Thank you again to everyone who made this day (and wave) so stinkin’ special. Stay tuned, because the weather is warming up and the wake will only get bigger!

♥ BB

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No Joke – One Year in the PNW

April 1, 2016 by Bess

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It’s crazy to think how times flies. Didn’t I just pack up my car to leave Los Angeles? It’s been one full year since I arrived in my homestate, so here’s a recap of the last 366 days. No joke.

I adopted a cat and named her Miss Kush.

I learned to clone, transplant, harvest, trim and package weed.

High Times reposted my photos four times.

I surfed more last summer than the last five years combined.

I hiked Lake Blanca, Lake Olalie, Rattle Snake Ledge and Mt. Pilchuck.

DOPE Magazine awarded me Photographer of the Year.

I shred Mt. Bachelor, Crystal Mountain and Snoqualmie Pass.

I changed my own brakes! Ok, with a little help from my dad…

I transitioned to Grassworks, a digital agency, and brought Western Cultured with me.

I joined a yoga studio, because it’s cheaper than therapy.

I went a year without sex.

I made a few trips to LA.

I trolled socialists who don’t understand economics.

I’ve used my photography to help transform the industry’s image of cannabis.

I let go of society’s expectation’s for life and loved mine even more.

I’m not sure what the next 365 days have in store, but I can’t wait to find out.

♥ BB

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Palm Springs to Seeking Salvation

March 31, 2016 by Bess

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On my bucket list of sites to see is Salvation Mountain, so for Valentine’s weekend in Palm Springs Val and I made the drive to seek salvation.

This inland gem adds a punch of positivity to the otherwise decrepit desert. The creator, Leonard Night, built Salvation Mountain out of adobe clay, stray and paint, as a testament to his faith. While Leonard recently passed away, his legacy lives on.

Salvation Mountain sits at the entrance to Slab City, off the grid 190 miles south east of Los Angeles. Val and I ventured into Slab City, and witnessed a mashup pf Burning Man meets Breaking Bad. Dubbed “the last free place in America,” Slab City takes its name after concrete slabs left behind from the abandoned World War II Marine barracks of Camp Dunlap. Today it’s a hot spot for snowbirds, squatters and those looking to get off the grid. Slab City, definitely a site to be seen.

If you’re exploring the Indio Vally, make sure to swing through Salvation Mountain. Slab City too, but I wouldn’t go there alone. Happy hunting and good vibes in your search for Salvation!

♥ BB

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