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the weddings: darcy & michael ~ leesburg, va

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She thought it would be “a good idea,” so she said when he first asked her for her phone number and said he might call her.  Having met earlier at a rehearsal dinner, Michael spent the entire day of his sister’s wedding trying to impress Darcy. They went on their first date that evening.

And they dated long distance as Michael attended the Air Force Academy and Darcy finished school. A few years later, Michael surprised Darcy by flying to visit her where she lived in Virginia and asked for her hand in marriage. “I think that would be a good idea,” was her response.

Despite the rain, it was a beautiful day filled with precious memories. And at the end, after the cake was cut (by a sword!) and devoured, the bouquet was thrown and the garter tossed,  and Darcy was “welcomed” into the Air Force family,  twelve year old Payton (Darcy’s brother) turned to ten year old Daniel (Michael’s brother) and said, “Take care of my sister, ok?”

Michael and Darcy, thanks for letting me be a part of your day and making the most of the rain! We got horses (almost!), and umbrellas and Michael resurrecting his Irish Dance career! I’m excited that you guys are moving out here.

Special Thanks to Leah Crutcher for coordinating a great day!
P.S. Since I had to travel by plane and stay at a hotel for this wedding, do I get to count it as a “destination wedding?” I’m going to. You can start calling me “the destination wedding photographer” now!:)

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Why are swords part of the uniform? I don’t know, but it makes for interesting pictures.
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Air Force Cuff Links…how cool is that?
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This series cracked me up!
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for photographers: day trip to anza-borrego

When Tim and I were dating, he would bring me a single red rose before every date. And while I appreciated the gesture, I didn’t  have the heart to tell him that I didn’t really like flowers until we had dated for a few months. Nothing against flowers, I mean, they are pretty and all, but they die and then you have DEAD flowers.

But, when you have to HIKE, (yes, I said hike, stop laughing!) like, 50 miles to see flowers (and palm trees), I expect some fairly prodigious flowers.  Like incredible, never seen before, immeasurable, monumental flowers.

The other day, nature and I again went head to head. A group of photographers from the [b]school took a little field trip, down convoluted, mountainous roads, stomach dropping dips and well, nothingness to Anza- Borrego. What was to be a 2 mile hike round trip on the easy trail turned into a 5 mile trek one way over mammoth rocks, lizards, bees and dead palm trees to see FLOWERS.

Here’s me near the end of the trip (Thank you, Gregg Shaw for capturing me in my finest hour).

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This is never a good sign to see on the onset your trip.
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The flowers were pretty, I guess…
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Me channeling Ansel Adams:
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Me and and creepy, crawly things are not a good mix.
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Matthew Saville, risking his life…
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My favorite image of the day (of course with sun flare!)
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