What can I say about Megan and Wendy? Ummm. . . . probably nothing much.
I have something to say about them and their wedding at The Kitchen. DAMN FUN! That’s first. Secondly and I intricately remember, almost to the Fahrenheit, what it felt like walking into the hotel that these two gals shared; morning sun seeping through the windows of the corner room, softly enveloping, kissing their skin and following them as they moved from room to room. It was beautiful to see as someone that often finds himself photographing light. It’s beautiful to see that light swoon for these girls because THESE girls are beautiful. What THESE girls did on this day is beautiful.
MARRIAGE is beautiful.
Marriage is EQUAL.
Annnnnd Megan and Wendy are the shit. I’ll be honest, I don’t know them too well. We met because of what they were doing and because of what I do — a working relationship, I guess. But in the course of a day I can get a good feel about couples I meet, that we meet simply by watching their interactions with one another, with their family, their friends and also being receptive to everything that is being felt throughout the day. That’s it. I like being present in what I’m doing beyond surface level. I want to feel. I want feeling to leech through people’s wedding images into their hands, through their veins and comfortably nestle into their souls.
I also want to witness a killer party because hey, it’s alriiiiiiiiiight to have a good time