On a very hot day on top of a very tall building there is a man waiting to see his bride for the first time… let’s call it hope rising. The anticipation is all consuming. The elevator door keeps opening but so far she hasn’t been the one to step into view. In the background, a photographer is watching the emotions run across his face… he is pacing and messing with his tie… he is smiling a lot… he is nervous. He is ready.
Meanwhile, she is rising, carrying flowers and the same sense of beginning. When the door opens, she looks to the photographer and asks quietly which way to go… to the left, she steps lightly into his view.
The photographer catches the beginnings and steps back some to give them a little time… the day will be long and full of intimate and joyous moments… time enough to stay closer.
The first time you see each other on your wedding day can be kind of a fragile thing. Imagine the difference between a private meeting and the very public alternative. From what I have seen, it’s really hard to find the balance when the aisle walk is the first time… talk to your photographer about it, ok?
Sherman is a mountain of a man. It was a sweet surprise to find him so tuned into the emotions of the day… his tender attention to Johannah was blazing in the August light. As the evening cooled, he brought the crowd to it’s knees when he sang A Ribbon in the Sky for his beaming bride… a voice to match the heart.
This work gives me the best sense of people… it gives me hope for a better world.
April and Tim got married a very long time ago… it was the end of August in 1993. Long enough ago that Oregon vineyards were just getting to be popular. I love that this is a fairly timeless photograph… yes, her dress has sleeves but it is absolutely gorgeous and would certainly work today. Tim looks as smitten as anyone could hope for… she is stunning in the late light.
Alexis and Kim had one of those lovely days where plans got shifted back and forth by the weather but through it all, they remained rock steady and in love… something you hope to see in any couple as they embark on a life journey.
I happen to be one of many who thinks that people should be able to marry the one they love. Period. With any luck, this world will come to see that there are no rules in this except the ones written by the heart.
Last Spring I wrote a little about how fast time goes for me… nothing has changed in that but I am still surprised. November has come and is already at the exit… an audible whoosh in it’s wake. I took 4 hours this week to rake the leaves and trim the lavenders, to put up the hoses and pull in the houseplants that live outside in the nice weather. Yes, it was stolen time but not from work… I took it out of my gym time. Burned some calories and got some fresh air in the mix.
Work has been it’s own angry red planet this year… the season was short but kind of packed so all of the work has been crammed into a short space… not particularly graceful but it looks good when I get through it. ;0)
I have a few more jobs to finish in the next two weeks and then there is a stretch of about four months that will be dedicated to album design and production.
Our household expanded by one cat this year. Joey Tallboy chose our house at the beginning of August. Frankie has had a rough time trying to adjust but he gets a lot of points for trying. It occurs to me that I have not properly introduced the Tuna Kings to the blog yet. For now, a couple of faces to go with the names… Frankie is the silver boy and Joey is the guy in the tux. Both have attitude to spare.
Opera Boy has just about finished his back to school stint… now if only the job market will be kind to him… for now, we have domestic projects to keep him off of the streets.
He gets points for patience and perseverance in all things.
Still waiting for the other shoe to drop regarding the empty lot behind my house… as I understand it, someone is about to build a fat assed house on a space that has been open for my 29 years here. There are already trees missing and a taped outline that seems very large… no digging yet but I know it will come soon enough. We are going to plant more birches and try to recover some of the shade and privacy lost… if I can restore some of the bird space, I will.
I have found myself looking out my bathroom window to try to lock the green space in my mind. I hope the new house isn’t yellow or pink!
This shot was taken through the screen… my apologies for the extra texture in the sky. I expect to post occasional updates as this progresses.
Frankie brought in a most beautiful garter snake this summer… I got some up close time as I released him back into the wooded corner of the lot. I have to hope that some of that habitat will continue.
In the long run it has been a year for holding our breath, for waiting to see, for keeping the faith… I can live with that for now.