Between New Jersey and Pennsylvania, there runs a river. The Delaware River, to be precise. Ask any cartographer to point it out. (Are there still cartographers in the world? If you are one and happen to be visiting this little corner of the internet that I call my own, please raise your hand and let’s be friends.) (On a related note I recently decided I really needed to procure a good and precise volume of road maps, detailing all the states of the United States that we call home. I am unclear from whence this mad desire arose, but it doesn’t seem to be abating. So if you know of such a collection please refer me to it ASAP.) Along one point of the snaking river that separates these two states is a green bridge that connects Lambertville, NJ, on the east, and New Hope, Penn., on the west. Such was the setting of last weekend’s wedding. The day after said festivities, we returned to the scene to further explore what I had proclaimed to be the most marvelous and quaint village ever to be established. (I tend to declare this every time I visit any little town, anywhere on the face of the planet, but particularly on the east coast. So take such statements as you will.)
There is perhaps no planned moment in your life that will be more personal than your wedding day. What you wear, where you are, the loved ones who are with you, the food you eat, the music to which you dance, and most importantly the person with whom you share the whole event have all been chosen by you. And when the elements all come together just right, it beautifully reflects that which distinguishes you among all others. It’s something that I most love about wedding photography. At each and every wedding I get to witness all those precious details that you hold dear.
Over the past two weeks we photographed two different weddings — one in the rocky mountains of Colorado, and one in a quintessential east coast town on the bank of the Delaware River in New Jersey. As you can imagine, entirely different locales. One on the cusp of wilderness, the other within reach of some of the largest urban areas of our nation. One in the dry air of the Colorado west, the other in the very humid air of New Jersey east. I was organizing and editing photos from both events and came across these two photos. I wanted to share them with you, side-by-side.
I love the similarities — the classic white dresses with similar necklines; the bright, happy faces and grace in their stance; bouquets of fragrant flowers. And I love the differences — the way their dress fabric cascades to their feet with different texture and style; the regal veil and flower crown; the greenery, natural and man-made, that frames them.
It’s a distinct pleasure to be involved in each wedding we photograph, and to have the opportunity to memorialize these women, exhibiting their individual characters presented to the world with such strength and joy. Thank you for sharing these moments with us.
It’s a well-established fact that given the opportunity, we will try to do ourselves in with insane schedules. We probably need professional intervention. This past weekend presented us with just such a option.
Friday evening we were slated to photograph a reception in downtown Denver. Saturday afternoon we were on deck to photograph a wedding in central New Jersey. These two events were scheduled less than 24 hours apart from each other. Two states, two timezones, one long plane ride in between. Plan it and they will pack every minute in to make it happen.
The reception in Denver was beautiful and fun, full of good people and happy faces. We enjoyed our time with the bride and groom immensely (never fear, we will share some photos with you shortly). But this story picks up at the airport a few hours later that Friday night, as we waited to board our red-eye flight to the east coast.
Whoa weekends around here lately. Read that sentence REALLY fast the way I just sounded it out in my head as I typed. As if you just drank four cups of coffee back-to-back in a quick and consecutive fashion. Did you do it? Welcome to my brain, folks!
We have been on the war path with our weekends these past several weeks. It’s almost like we are trying to conquer every minute with decisive action. But fun action. Delightful action even. Just decisive. This past one we photographed a wedding on Copper Mountain, then drove an additional five hours to Silverton, Colorado, to catch the very tail end of the Hardrock 100 endurance race. (Here’s some words on that monumental endeavor from @danielpetty.) Then the next morning after closing down coverage of said race we drove seven hours back to Denver. We spent more time in the car than we did out of it, but that’s what tunes and incredible gas mileage are for, right?
This upcoming weekend gets even more ridiculous, but more on that later. (Pray for us, guys. We’ve worked with crazier schedules before, but this one is up there. Top three easy.)
So, Silverton! Funny little Silverton. To get there (well, one of the ways to get there) you go over Red Mountain Pass which is spectacular and terrifying. We did it at about 11 p.m. after a significant rain storm passed over soaking the roads and making the sheer drop-off that loomed directly beside me even more nerve-wracking. I’ve never been terribly scared of heights, but when you can see nothing but inky darkness dropping immediately off just feet from your window on a very twisty and wet road with no guardrail to speak of, that’s enough to spook even the most resolute.
But, spoiler alert, we survived!
Are there any drummers in the house? Can you play me in with a good drum call please? THANKS.
Hello and welcome to year three of the 10-on-10 collaborative project. [insert awesome drumming here] I can’t believe we have already completed two full years of this great project. If you aren’t familiar with the project, click on that link up there and you can read about how we all got started. Courtney Z has recruited a few new photographers for our third year, rounding out our numbers to 10 total. So now we have 10 photos, on the 10th day of the month, shared by 10 different photographers…if that’s not fate I don’t know what is. The basic mission will remain the same for us all: Document and share 10 photos from our personal lives. We can’t show work work, it has to be something unrelated to any other obligation. Photos that we take just for the fun of taking a photo.
So as in months past I will first link to my fellow collaborators. Please stop by and spend some time with each of them, particularly our newcomers. Let’s make them all feel welcome, yeah?
And now to my July photos. As you likely remember (maybe not, it has been a long week), last weekend we celebrated July 4. Independence Day. The Fourth of July. America! I had a busy but great day jumping around to a few different homes. And a store full of patio furniture.
It all started with a grill. Doesn’t it always on the Fourth? A dear friend of ours gifted us this little fellow as he didn’t have a need for two grills at his house (though, perhaps he’s not dreaming big enough — two grills, ALL the hot dogs!!). So I dusted the little fellow down and placed him on our little patio. Our little, sadly empty patio. Our little, sadly empty patio that we have had at our fingertips for two years now, and still haven’t fully utilized with patio furniture and garden parties. So naturally we decided July 4 was the day to remedy the situation.