Let's go out past the party lights.
If you are reading this, I suspect that you are awesome. You, in one word = awesome. Your wedding in one word = awesome. Or awesome-fest if you happen to be playing fast and loose with the hyphens. Yep, that's a whole lot of awesome. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is also a you appropriate word but obviously much harder to toss around with great frequency.
Basically, you love the shit out of some pretty wonderful folks and you're going to have a reallllly good time celebrating together. Maybe this means two people and some Redwoods. Maybe two + a few dozen more with a Pacific back drop. Optional: bare feet, low light, muddy hems, muddier boots, collapsing with laughter into the arms of your number one. Grins that just don't quit. A foray into semi-professional cuddling.
From the other half that makes you a better half to the arms that won't let go until you're thisclose to peeing your pants with laughter. Your number one. Your community. Your family. Friends. Your heartbeat. Impromptu kitchen dance parties. Heavy on the joy and zero on the cookie cutter prom poses. I do solemnly swear, however, to tell you if your bangs look weird. And if you feel like your hands are awkward bananas? Not to worry, I've got you covered. When you let go of impossible/ridiculous/irrelevant standards, magic happens. That's where you'll find me.
Celebrating inappropriate laughter since forever.
If I were in a beauty pageant, laughing until I cry would be my go to talent. Just ask pretty much anyone I've spent more than 15 minutes with. I have a degree in photography but it took me eons longer to figure out that I will balance precariously on any object to celebrate commitment. L-O-V-E all caps, kind of love. Your partner in crime, the hand that always meets yours in the dark, your very best friend by your side, whatever the weather - especially if it's raining or you might get arrested. Always willing to eat ice cream for dinner. And let's not forget laughter. This is what I celebrate.
I take photos for your bad days. I know, that might sound super weird for a wedding photographer but yeah, a photograph is the closest you will get to giving time a high five as it cruises on down the street, perpetually racing somewhere, definitely dripping sweat. I guess what I’m saying is that when the floral confetti settles, your wedding photographs should be the images you lean on when you need to feel the big love that surrounded you on that day. Because on your wedding day all of your favorite people in the universe were by your side - kissing your cheek or catching your eye in the sudden fall of a leaf, in person or in spirit. I want you to remember how it felt.
I am a fairly recent Humboldt County transplant with my go to picnic in the park after dark person, Aaron. We have been married for 10 years, together for 14 and have lived in 8 different houses. Ask us how we met after you've had a couple of drinks. You can typically find us watching every movie Nic Cage has ever made (I didn't say good movie) or standing in the ocean. When we aren't changing diapers or chasing our two dogs, Jupiter and Biggs.