There were thunderstorms, sweltering heat waves, perfect summer mountain breezes, and blizzards. I photographed lovely people in snowy mountain towns, Caribbean beaches, Kentucky horse farms, rutted dirt roads in the African countryside, Rustbelt cities, National forests, great historic mansions, the shores of the Great Lakes, art galleries and art museums, the Big Apple, the plains of the great Masai Mara, cowboy towns and Midwestern dairy farms.
Mindy and Cameron are crazy talented photographers themselves, and I’m guessing that had something to do with the fact that they were able to appreciate the magical secret garden quality of the abandoned greenhouse enough to brave the ticks and the broken glass and the poison ivy.
I’ve been talking with Brandy and Micah since before they were officially engaged, and getting to spend time with them over the last several months has been such a cool part of the process. I love these portraits of them, images distilled down to the very essence of what draws them together in the first place.
Months before we did these photos, when this session was just a date on the calendar, Brooke and Ben said the thing they really wanted was snow. We thought we would have to drive up into the high elevations to find snow on command like that, but instead, on the day we had written in our calendars there was a blizzard. It snowed and snowed and snowed, and it transformed Wash Park into a winter wonderland.
I edited these images in a Denver coffee shop with a ridiculous smile plastered across my face the whole time. These two just have fun together. Nevermind that it was a balmy 100 degrees that day, or that Crystal had never ridden a tandem bicycle, much less one that is as unruly a hunk of metal as this one. And they were game for a drive to the countryside, game to wander through abandoned sheds and frolic in fields of Black-eyed Susans.