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.
Ashley and Aaron had the most divine rainy wedding day. The skies were miserable and gray, except for every defining moment of the day, when perfect light parted the clouds. It happened during the first look, the portraits, during the post-ceremony rose petal toss — Ohio weather at it’s finest.
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.
On our first day in New York, Mike proposed to Tara. On the second, the three of us traipsed around the city–shooting, freezing, eating, riding in taxi cabs, talking weddings. It was a good trip for me, so I can only imagine the high they’re probably still on.