I made my fair share of boneheaded choices as a young boy. My dad looked on at these choices and commented on them without coming on too strong. Jokingly, he often asked the question: “What, were you born in a barn?” Well, Khrystina and Cole, may not have been born in a barn. But they …
The Stories We Tell
Jerilyn and Mark first met back in the nineties, over two full decades before. And after all sorts of life and adventure together it was time for an even greater adventure. This was their wedding day, and it was all happening at Sacramento’s Antiquité Maison Privée.
I awoke that morning to light spilling through unfamiliar lace curtains. I hadn’t noticed them the night before. I’m not sure I noticed much of anything after arriving late to this rural Pennsylvania town the preceding night. But a good night’s sleep later and I was ready to photograph this destination wedding…at the Murder Mansion.
My throat stung as though I’d swallowed shards of glass. My knees buckled a bit from weakness. My eyes wanted nothing more than to close up shop for the night and rest. And yet there I was, dragging my camera and tripod out to the shores of New Hogan Lake at ten o’ clock at night. Foolishness.