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I’m Cannabess

Wednesday, April 20th, 2016

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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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No Joke – One Year in the PNW

Friday, April 1st, 2016

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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

Thursday, March 31st, 2016

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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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To Bend and Back

Tuesday, January 5th, 2016

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My mom and George invited me to Bend, Oregon for their annual New Years Eve ski trip. With a season like ours, how could I not? I hadn’t been to Bend since College. Plus George and Mom are two of my favorite people to ride with. Invite accepted.

One of my favorite things about Bend and back is the drive. The Pacific Northwest is speckled with rundown old farm towns towns and dilapidated buildings. They’re so remote, it’s an eerie quiet when you step out to take pictures. The church especially gave me chills, as I didn’t dare venture into the abandoned hospital (or whatever it was) behind it.

Mom, George and I had so much fun skiing, eating and drinks with friends, we didn’t take many photos in Bend (beside iPhone pics). Our first day the mountain closed early due to extreme winds and crazy frigid temperatures. The next day Mom and I walked around town while George went skiing. Luckily our last day we had clear skies and semi-soft snow conditions (I’ve ridden worse).

A quick note about the shirts George and I are wearing… Whenever I’m on a board I #ShredForBrad, one of my friends who suffered a serious wakeboard accident in 2014. The proceeds from shirt sales go to helping Brad’s recovery and spinal injury research. Whether it’s the top of Bachelor or buttery Lake Ronix, if I shred, I shred for Brad!

On my drive home I stopped in Shaniko, a ghost town in Oregon. Erected as a railroad town in 1900, Shaniko now holds a population of 30. Something about the snow and scenery made it impossible to pass up pictures. Who’s down for a road trip back this spring?

Shortly after taking these pictures, I accidentally drove 30 minutes east, spun out into a ditch, overflowed my gas pump by a lot then spent four hours trying to cross Snoqualmie Pass. But it’s a new year, so we don’t need to discuss those things.

♥ BB

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DOPE Magazine’s Photographer of the Year

Sunday, December 20th, 2015

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I woke up this morning feeling especially blessed. Last night I attended the 2015 DOPE Industry Awards where peers voted me the Photographer of the Year.

Unfortunately I missed my acceptance speech. I didn’t hear the show started, and stood in the back talking excise tax reform with fellow producers. Alas, here it is:

Congratulations to the three other talented nominees. Thank you Western Cultured for giving me so much creative freedom (and the best plants to photograph). Thank you Dad​ for buying me my first camera, telling me cannabis leads to latent psychosis, then encouraging me to take this job. Most of all, this award is for everyone in the industry who’s had their social media accounts deleted but refused to give up. We’ve laid down our roots and this whole nation is going to watch us grow!

Western Cultured’s grow also won Best Producer. Congratulations to our team for an exciting first year. I can’t wait to see what 2016 will yield!

♥ BB

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