I’m a horrible writer but I love to tell stories.
It’s part of the reason why I picked up a camera to begin with. Even if I were a good writer, grand in my prose, fluid in my description…you see what I mean? Total crap. What I’m getting at is that words fail to describe this day.
I really like how in an email after the wedding Ashely referred to the wedding day as “Their August 1st”. It was theirs. Each of them very present with two families standing by them in full support.
I’ve included a song, I normally don’t do this. I somehow had this song playing in my head while I was editing this wedding. I actually saw Gregory Alan Isakov in concert in San Fransisco and on the street. As Anna I were walking to the venue I stumbled upon Gregory and his band playing an acoustic set on a stoop of an old building. To be honest the stoop performance was way better. It just was. It seemed more authentic, inviting and personal. Which summarizes this August 1st.
This wedding day didn’t really seem to have to try to be great. It just was. It was not obsessed with style. It was just stylish. The twenty mile house makes Etsy look like a pawn shop.
Maybe I’m blowing it out of proportion. Perhaps I was skewed. For me this location was personal for me. Months earlier Anna I had gone camping in the area and one of us left with a diamond ring on their finger.
So maybe photos don’t always document the way they happen, they often document the way you remembered it.
This is how I remembered it.
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This wedding took place at the Twenty Mile House.