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I love huge trees.

 

I especially love huge trees with Spanish moss, and Eden Gardens State Park in Santa Rosa Beach, Florida has one of the prettiest trees I’ve ever seen in person.

Throw in a sleepy puppy, a ridiculous amounts of laughter and love, a perfect first look, Chris being blindfolded and manhandled during the reception, and all in all it was a perfect day.

 

Hilary and Chris – thanks for letting me shoot your wedding, and thanks for all the crazy amounts of love and friendship. Here’s to new adventures above and below the waves.

 

Meg “The Manager” Burke – thanks for all of the crazy talent that you bring to both my clients and your own, and thanks for shooting this with me. #FistBump #BaDaLaDaLaDaLah

 

 

 

B

 

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Sincere thanks to Meg “The Manager” Burke for shooting this wedding with me. Amazing work as always, my friend. #fistbump

Dear Anyone That May Ever Get Married Ever,

 

 

This is a first look.

 

 

It’s when a couple sees each other before the ceremony. It’s a few moments to get away from the insanity that is Other People’s Drama on your wedding day and talk/hug/kiss/breathe/laugh about how drunk your family already is. It’s super beneficial for both you and your entire wedding, as the majority of your photos will be finished before your ceremony ever happens. It is, in fact, one of the only times you’ll have to yourselves the entire day.

Some people will tell you to not do it because it won’t be as special when you walk down the aisle to each other, but as my good friend Chris demonstrates here, that’s not the case. At all. #iLoveYouMan

Some people will also tell you that it’s not traditional to see each other before the wedding ceremony. And they’re right, it’s not traditional.

Because back when that tradition came about, Bubba Jr. rode his tricycle across the desert, handed some cows and donkeys to your dad and 45 brothers, and …lean close……until you were bought and paid for, sold to a baby-makin’ dream come true, your veil stayed on.

It stayed on in case you were ugly and he didn’t want to buy you. Your worth, quite literally, was based from the neck down.

Warms your heart, huh?

Bottom line, as always, it’s your wedding day. It’s a party to celebrate your love story. And you can do whatever you want to. Just make sure it’s what each other wants.

Everyone else and their opinions are welcome to book a session and we’ll shoot a wedding for them as well. Birdsong Photography pacifiers included.

xoxo

I suppose it started out like any other normal rehearsal on the side of a perfect lake in Montana, but then the whiskey, beer, and instruments showed up, and a full on jam session was had.

From that moment until the following evening (which somehow found us all in an extremely cold river in the middle of a field, Melissa and Brian in their canoe, and I in a borrowed boat with a *really* borrowed car battery with which to power it and two glasses of wine) it was an unforgettable wedding weekend.

 

Sincere thanks to my B.F.A.M. and ridiculously talented photographer, Mr. Jeremiah Spray, for making this trip with me and shooting incredibly gorgeous work as always. Always great to shoot with you, my friend.

 

Melissa and Brian, thanks for the wonderful memories, I’ll see you in Nashville.

 

Special thanks to whomever the car battery belonged to. It was dark. There was wine. I’m like 85% sure it made it back.

 

xo

 

 

 

I don’t say it often enough, but I’m a lucky schmuck.

 

I love Colorado. I’m not entirely sure I’m won’t live there at some point on my slow venture to Montana. I love wonderful clients. And I have an unhealthy and passionate lust more powerful than All The Bunnies in Springtime for working with ridiculously talented vendor friends, especially when we all get to join VendorForces at a gorgeous venue. Crooked Willow Farms, thanks for playing that role with class and style for this one.

 

Kelley with Kelley Kakes, I adore you. I love you. I covfefe you. Your wizardry and talent with all things sugary is legendary. Thanks for being my cake person friend. #cakeperson

 

Lauren Ripko with Quintessential Weddings and Events, you’re one of the best planners/coordinators/florists/everything’s I’ve ever worked with. And I don’t type those words out for planners much. Thanks for being ridiculously amazing.

 

 

Trish and Jake –

I big puffy heart you both. Thanks for letting me come hang out in Denver for the weekend with your friends and family. Thanks for standing in the rain with me. I’ll see you soon, and drinks on me.

 

Lastly, to my stupidly talented friend Mr. Travis Percival, thanks for the amazing work as always, sir. You’re a badass photographer.

B

 

Dear David, (*Forrest Gump wave*)

 

I have a confession.

 

I’ve loved you since November, 1986.

 

I was 7 years old, and the animated film An American Tail had just been released. For myself and an unspeakable amount of children from then until now, we were swept into a magical world where there were no cats in America and the streets were paved with cheese. Only it turned out there were cats in America, and any cheese on the street wasn’t that desirable after all.

The classic story of heartache and hope, adventure and treachery would keep us perched on the edge of our  crumb-filled seats from the first glimpse of the Giant Mouse of Minsk until that moment when the distant echos of Papa Moskowitz’s violin reached Fievel’s giant ears, and he was reunited once again with his family. As any good creative-souled child is prone to do during a case of the Feels, I would cry along with everyone else on the screen.

I didn’t actually know you back then of course, but I knew your work. As did all the other kids that loved to watch An American Tail, or the animated version of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, or The Land Before Time, and all the countless work you’ve animated over the years. We loved the art without knowing the artist.

Only as a serendipitous turn of events several years ago would have it, fate would place me squarely in your backyard, and suddenly I was face to face with one of the few artists that bear responsibility for the majority of my childhood movie memories.  A wedding for one of your daughters resulted in a close friendship with your family, into which I’ve been not-so-quietly adopted, which somehow led to me startling your mother in the garage (sorry), which again somehow led to entirely too many margaritas by the pool (it may have been scotch, ask Robert), which understandably led to the dog trying to remove my thumb when I startled it in the dark on your front porch the last time I showed up. I feel like the dog should make a tick-tock-ticking noise every time I come around now, and my thumb would start twitching in rhythm with it. Captain Hook and the crocodile. I’m fairly certain he wants the rest of me.

 

I digress.

 

Thanks for showing me that it’s actually really cool to be a creative kid. Thanks for teaching me that art and storytelling can have a ridiculously huge impact, especially in the hearts and minds of children. Thanks for the late night conversations about filmmaking, the early morning conversations about life, and for always, always, always encouraging music, art, and creativity in both the lives of your ridiculously talented kids, and this not-so-quietly adopted one.

 

My dad loved good people, and he taught me to always let someone know you appreciate them when they’ve been a positive influence or encouragement in your life, and you, sir, are one of the absolute best. Much love this Father’s Day.

 

 

My regards to the dog,

 

B

 

P.S. Should any of you wish to keep up with what David and his animation company are up to these days, check out Creative Capers Entertainment on the web, or @CreativeCapers on Instagram.