They wanted somewhere close. They wanted home. So that’s exactly what we did. The lake is steps from their house and she loves the way the setting sun filters through the trees in the evening. He has this special spot, higher up, that he got almost giddy when talking about it.
These are the ingredients for a killer engagement session. Any session, really. …A place that makes your heart beat with the person who takes your breath away. The things that make you, you. This is the magic.
So pen to paper, and in classic Hemmingway fashion (except with a glass of wine vs a glass of whiskey), I started writing. I didn't re-read or look back until I had finished. Until, finally, the last period drawn, I looked up. I could breathe.
The good, the bad, the ugly. I wouldn't want one without the other. Because, honestly? Without the one, we wouldn't know the other.
They wanted somewhere close. They wanted home...
Let’s start here: It was hot. Sweltering. Sweating under the gear straps, salt building up on the brow and upper lip kind of hot. And the bugs. Everywhere. Little black gnat billows that rose up from the sand with every step. Then that rotten egg smell, permeating, before we even opened a car door…
College was funded by training horses, “wrangling” cattle for local ranchers, and driving tractors. So being asked to photograph a ranch and it’s essence was like being asked to photograph home….