After I photograph a wedding, I always wonder what the future holds for each couple. I’m in this business for the stories; they’re my favorite part. I photographed Kassie & Michael’s wedding in 2016. It was sunny. I saw a man walking a goat on my way to the venue. I remember thinking their wedding party included some really nice people.
Well, this year, I got a pretty great update on how life is going for them:
If you and I have ever had an in-person chat about clothing and the experience of picture day, chances are that I’ve told you about “The Dreaded Family Picture Day of 1997” (that I may or may not die mad about). The short version is that my sister got to wear the shirt I wanted to wear. We fought fiercely over that stupid shirt. Looking at that photo still makes me mad. It also taught me an incredibly valuable lesson: THE EXPERIENCE MATTERS.
Now, I actually can’t tell you how this family felt about their session. But I’ll tell you why these pictures make me happy when I look at them. I had fun. Like a LOT of fun. Happy memories were made and documented. For me, that’s the value in photos. I’m far more interested in your sincere, real joy and love as a family than I’ll ever be in the tedious (for me) details of posed photography. Capturing personalities > capturing perfect is my jam.
Now, please see below where we had the best fall morning everrrrrr!
OK, let me just start by saying that Desiree nailed this session! This evening and these photos are making me SO nostalgic about my own college days. And my own senior portraits. And how much I personally changed between my two senior years. Documenting that moment in time, when college has been completed, and the next chapter is about to start… but this is about Desiree. And she is clearly the epitome of " Looks Ready for the Next Chapter.”
And, for all of you who look ready for that next chapter, but are secretly screaming, “Holy shit! Now what?!?” You’ve got time. It’s OK to have ‘just’ a job while you take a moment and plot a course for how you want to live.
