An alternate title for this blog could be, ” A Really Cool Wedding, and also How I Almost Got Eaten by a Bear While My Friend Laughed Hysterically in the Car”, but it didn’t flow quite as nicely.
I think this is where I’m supposed to say something sweet about the couple, prance around the room throwing rainbows at you, the reader, while I fill your head with Pinterest ideas and visions of unicorns dancing on your heads.
Being the creative, reclusive outcast that I am, I’m going to skip all of that. You’re welcome.
I don’t have enough room or time in this blog to express my complete thoughts about Montana. To tell you that I love it there doesn’t adequately convey my thoughts or feelings towards it. I will say that barring any unforeseen catastrophes, such as …oh…I dunno…being broke the rest of my life…I’ll live there someday, at least part time. If I could be the little old guy in the mountains yelling at bears to get off my lawn, that would be perfect. Winnebago Man with a dash of Walter White. Done.
This was the second wedding I shot in Montana this year, and for this trip I had conned, I mean, invited my good friend Bryan Bartlett to fly into Whitefish, MT and make the drive up into Glacier Park to Many Glacier Hotel with me to shoot the wedding. I didn’t technically need a second photographer, but Bryan had never been to Montana, he’s an incredible photographer with all things digital and film, and honestly I just wanted someone to trip in case I had to outrun bears or wolves.
The adventures of Bryan and myself during this trip would actually be a completely separate blog. Between me falling out of the rental car and almost knocking myself out while a large grizzly walked in front of the car and Bryan laughed hysterically in the passenger seat, to me watching him almost fall down the side of a mountain, to Bryan, myself, and our friend Jeremiah Spray sitting on Jeremiah’s front porch fending off an extremely intoxicated Honduran at 3 in the morning, to all of it finally catching up to Bryan and I while we sat in a very nice restaurant in Bozeman, Montana. Between the exhaustion, the adrenaline, the, ” Holy cow we could’ve died in so many ways but we’re manly men and lived! *FLEX*”, we got a really loud case of the hysterical giggles for about half an hour.
I’ve learned that when you’re laughing hysterically and trying to tell an expressionless waitress that you’re not intoxicated at all, she won’t believe you.
On a serious note, and though I’ve said it before, I love Bryan’s work. Yes his hair is better than mine, yes he wears pants that I couldn’t fit my left ankle into, but the man is a genius with film. Normally I’ll include a second photographer’s work in and amongst all the photos I post, but I left Bryan’s in their own little world at the end of this one. The last photo I shot is Bethany and Adam sitting on the bumper of the red Glacier Park jammer (bus). The series of black and whites after that start all of Bryan’s work, all film, all untouched. Lastly, Bryan and I were testing light in the middle of the woods, ended up looking like convicts on the run, so naturally I included those in the blog.
To Bethany and Adam, we love you guys. Thanks for the adventure. See you in Austin soon.
To Bryan, no one will ever understand the sheer terror of almost being eaten by a bear while listening to you laugh hysterically to whatever emo song was playing in the background at that particular moment. I’m going to pretend you would’ve actually gotten out of the car and hit the bear over the head with your pile of vintage camera gear had anything actually happened.
To everyone else, brace yourselves. Here comes a whole lossa photos ~