I am leaving in two weeks and I have a hell of a lot of editing and shooting and more editing to do between now and then, which is to say the blogging will suffer. I’m hardheaded about a lot of things and keeping regular with my blog is one of them, so I will try anyhow to update now and again. And once we get the road trip blog set up, I will post links.
In the meantime here is a senior portrait session with artist-to-be Maddy and some mean green shoes:
I spent the last few days in New Mexico, a trip that involved a lengthy list of unexpected surprises.
The impetus for the trip was my long held desire to see White Sands. It was worth every obstacle (and there were many) to spend a couple hours in the gypsum.
First, it was Grommit. Then it was the engagement. And then, finally, it was the wedding.
Thanks, Audrey + Andy for making me a part of your big day. And congratulations!
Thanks also the unbelievably fabulous wedding planner, Ashley, of Table 6 Productions. You are amazing!
When I was six years old I made a bet with my uncles that I would eventually win with no contest. They bet me $100 each that by the time I was sixteen I would be more interested in boys than horses. By the time I was sixteen I was at the barn more than I was home (and that includes sleeping hours), I had yet to even notice there was another gender wandering the earth that I would one day find attractive, and I was $200 richer. This obsession with horses – and obsession it was – started about as soon as I was able to formulate thoughts and was nurtured in those early years by a grandfather who was an excellent horseman, a friendship with Lauren who was equally infatuated, and the Thoroughbred series. Thanks to Joanna Campbell, author of A Horse Called Wonder, that fateful first book that hooked me, I decided early on that I would be a jockey. That dream was eventually slashed but not before I collected every Breyer my allowance would cover and spent months creating and documenting imaginary horses with imaginary bloodlines that I dutifully kept organized in an accordion file folder.
I spent last weekend in San Diego with the express purpose of shooting a wedding with the talented Justin, and the added bonus of a whole day at the Del Mar Racetrack. The six year old in me was in heaven.
If you have a friend who owns a Ricky Bobby outfit, and another friend who lets you dress her up in ludicrous ensembles, and both of those friends will spend two hours in Commerce City allowing you to photograph them in said garb, I think you pretty much have to take advantage of that.
