I spend a lot of time working on my images. Read More
I let my mind wander while I edit.
And I take note of how I feel while I assemble every blog.
In all of this time, wandering, and note taking there's one thing in particular that stands out about this wedding—
Guys, I've mentally composed 24 different versions of this blog post in the past month. Since the good stuff went down. And each time I get reeeally excited. I take notes. Make sure to include clever phrases. But every time I get to the end, I realize that it's not enough. Not that's it's not good, but that it simply fails to encompass eeeverything. Read More
Everything I heard.
Everything we did.
Everything I witnessed, and felt, and ate. (And eat I diiiid, mini donut bar, spoiler alert.)
I wonder what they must have thought, those travelers headed south down Highway 35 that afternoon. Read More
They would have had only a sliver of a moment to see.
Ryan on bended knee and ring in his hand.
Marissa standing before her boyfriend in disbelief.
A cop looking on, having pulled them over moments before, on the side of the road.
This wedding. Read More
This wedding is everything.
I could go on.