If you want to love the people and things that surround you,
if you want love to govern your life, and life to be at least bearable,
and hopefully wonderful,
you need to invent the world,
and make the fantasy of its eternity believable.
Unknown tomes lay leafless, without pedigree,
bound in the ether with a spine of synapse.
An author holds the heft of history and legacy,
still enchanted with the chance to diverge from his path.
And so he transmutes the tenets of the text
to honor his son’s own rites of passage.
The tale weaves whimsy with the limits of the deft;
bittersweet memories (penned/pinned) in a timeless package.
I met Anne and Robert at Robert’s family farm. It’s been in their family for generations. I soon found myself in a 1980s workhorse of a truck with a cold beer in hand, being given a tour of the angus farm complete with old houses and tobacco barns.
We took some photos along the way.
Oh, and that gun in some of the images? A Kentucky Long Rifle.
2013 was the year of many things. New relationships were formed. Old relationships were lost. Lessons were learned and challenges were made. With all this, moments were remembered. Looking through these images, I remember every wedding and every shoot… and I remember the little things. I remember the breeze on the cliffs in San Diego, and how it lightly swept through a bride’s hair. I remember the fresh smell of rain that ended right before an outdoor wedding in Long Beach. The soft look given by a soon-to-be bride to the love of her life during an engagement session and the laughter as another couple battled the cold strong winds on what was to be a warm fall day.
Thank you, everyone, for allowing me to photograph you and remember the love we all share.