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Brook Anderson (@brookbriana) Instagram photos and videos
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Guess who I get to see today?! 😱 My Birthday weekend officially starts today, and I’m stoked to celebrate with my friends up in Sacramento. Yay friends! Get ready for me, cause I’m coming at you. We gonna climb all the rocks, and drink all the matcha and laugh all the laughs.... Side note: fuck the Instagram crop. Fuck it.
EMOTIONS. Tears on Sunrise napkins and my matcha. Sometimes you just need some tea and a lonely corner to cry in. Guys, it’s been a hell of a week. A flat tire that turned into 8 hours of fucked up. I was stuck on the freeway so long I bled through my pants because being a woman can never be easy. Monsoon rain and a lost lug nut key. . . Monday moving day. 13 hours of non-stop moving heavy shit in 100 degree heat. Tuesday, more packing, more moving. Wednesday, more packing, more moving and finally on the road to Northern California. Not for me, for my sister. Surprise! I’m staying in Vegas for another year to sort my shit. I’ve lived here for 25 years. It’s my home, and I’m not quite ready to leave the city my mom raised me in and died in. The city that’s watched me grow and fail and succeed and experience all of the lemons that life throws at you. One more year. . . My sister moving out of Vegas is hitting me harder than I anticipated. I’ve been pretty bitchy and frustrated lately, and apparently that’s something I do before I break down and start crying... and then get angry again because anger helps me feel protected. I have never known a world where my sister wasn’t a phone call away to help my dumb ass when I’ve run out of gas on the freeway. Who’s gonna take me to urgent care when I have second degree sunburns? Who am I gonna emotional shop with and get pedicures with? Realistically, she’s my family, she’s not going anywhere, but change is hard and I’m super emotional about all of it. I’m going to miss my sister tremendously. . . To top it off, I’m turning 30 on Saturday, which has an entirely different wave of emotions for me to deal with... Fuck.
Guess who took this photo? I DID. @brookbriana took this photo (yeah, I just tagged myself.) I’ve seen this photo reposted a shit ton, which is great! I’m so glad that people love my work.... but do you know what I love even more? When people give me credit for my work. I spend hours of my time hiking and sweating and lugging heavy ass gear around the wilderness to get these shots. I literally climb fucking mountains to do this, including the countless hours of processing and editing to make these photos what they are. It’s reeeaallllyyy easy to tag a photo and give credit, I’m not asking for a lot here. So, friends, if you see my photos being circulated around the social media world and you happen to notice I haven’t been given credit, or some asshat has been given credit, PLEASE let me know! It’s an honor system, and when I put my photos on the internet, I know the risk I’m taking, but I’m also a big believer in the integrity of the worldwide climbing community. So, let’s be good to each other and honor each other as artists by giving credit where credit is due. P.C. @brookbriana, because I was there and I took it and it’s my fucking photo. Climbers: @gnarlygirlfitness and @airmanboney311
I was stoked to be at White Pine the day @micwesker redpointed his second 12c. Most of the crag was watching and cheering him on at every clip. It’s a really cool feeling being apart of a group of climbers that encourages and supports just as much as we talk shit and heckle each other. Good times!
Searching for crimps. We have a serious climbing addiction people. Also, these phone booths smell like literal shit... because there is literal shit inside of them because who uses pay phones anymore we might as well just shit in them. Amiright? WRONG. Throwback to that time we adventured in London. @tearintaren P.C. @haley.sawtelle
This week is pretty busy for me, which is weird because I’m funemployed. I’m sending out my resume to find a big girl job, and like, meal prepping and shit so I can be healthier. I’m trying to be a good adult and it’s hard because all I want to do is climb rocks and live off the land... and by “live off the land” I mean, I’d like 24 hour room service and full body massages because who am I kidding, I’m boujee AF and if I lived in the wilderness I would 100% die of exposure. P.C. @infamouslingling
Trying to match on the crimpiest little mc-crimperton is hard as shit. I didn’t get it, but I feel pretty good about how much strength I still have. It’s always inspiring to know that you only suck a little less than you thought. Good climb time with 📷 @gnarlygirlfitness and @olyagonzalez at @refugeclimbingcenter.
Throwing it back to my first fixed line. I had been shooting climbers from the ground for about 8 months prior, but I was eager to learn how to get those sweet top down shots without killing myself. 📷 @ladylockoff for the win! I haven’t been back on a fixed line since then because I’m constantly torn between wanting to climb and wanting to shoot when I’m out at the crag, and I can’t climb when I’m hanging from a cliff with my camera. I love being a photographer, but climbing always takes the con.
Local ladies crushing 🤘🏻. One of my favorite parts about Charleston season, is that us locals get the crags to ourselves. Not that I don’t like tourists (I’ve made so many of you as friends!), but sometimes you just need familiarity and you need to be around people who share a deep love, a “I know this rock because I’ve spent years struggling” kinda love. I’m super proud to be a part of the Vegas climbing community and talking about being a local makes me a little sad knowing that I’ll soon be moving to Sacramento. I’m taking in all of these moments while I still can. ❤️🏠