It was supposed to storm all morning. Theresa, Spencer and I kept a vigilant eye on the weather forecast hoping beyond hope that we’d catch a break.
So we got up at sunrise and trekked to a field. And we took some photos.
We did it again that evening.
We never ran into that pesky rain.
I met Melanie and Dustin at Holy Grale. Some may say that’s not a surprise at all. There I was, enjoying a very tasty beer when I hear a friend congratulate an unknown couple on their engagement. I spin around.
The rest is history. Right?
Melanie and Dustin’s wedding may go down in history. The love and excitement they exude is unmistakably genuine. Every detail of this wedding was well thought out. Every detail was them.
This wedding was perfect. Their love is perfect. And none of that surprises me with these two. Because in the end… the love you take is equal to the love you make.
About a month and a half ago I received an email from Madeline. They were eloping (!!!) in Louisville on July 3rd.
The only problem? I was flying out that very day to photograph a wedding in San Diego. I relayed this to Madeline, who in turn asked me when I would have to be at the airport. We emailed back and forth a couple times working out a way for me to photograph their elopement while still making my afternoon flight.
Witnessing these two exchange their vows with a handful of family in the courthouse is why I feel so fortunate to call myself a wedding photographer. The happiness and love is so evident that I felt it again and again as I edited their images weeks later.
Ever since this wedding, the first thing that comes to mind when I catch a cab now is the feeling I had when jumping into a taxi from their brunch reception at 21c Museum Hotel. And I smile.