My favorite drink from Starbucks is an iced caramel macchiato. Venti, if I have the extra change. The morning of this wedding I loaded a coupon web page onto my phone and
printed out coupons (just in case) for a free tall caramel or hazelnut macchiato, and planned out the different Starbucks I would go to on the way. I was ready.
With coffee in the cup holder, tunes on the radio, and Pennsylvania hills rolling around me, I pulled up to a quaint log cabin with 4-wheelers in the driveway and a man in a plaid flannel standing in the sun room. He didn't look like he was getting married. "Um, hi...I'm the photographer." I cautiously said. "Ohhhh, yeah, Tiff's gettin married out back at the cabin! My wife will show you up there." They were the sweetest cabin dwellers I'd ever met. I followed Mr. Flannel Man's wife down the gravel road and through puddles to another tiny cabin made of rough boards and stone.
A few minutes later, James, Tiffany, and Tiffany's daughter Lilly arrived and the bustle began. This was the smallest wedding I have ever shot. Tiffany explained they never wanted a real wedding, it just wasn't
them. The judge, Tiffany's friend Laura, Tito the dog, and I were the only attendees. I was
so honored to be able to capture their day.
The cabin was rustic to the max. James commented, "This is so legit I felt like my beard grew two inches when I walked in the door." I'd have to agree, James. Minus the beard.
Watching a little girl's ecstatic eagerness right before and after she slips into one of her favorite dresses has always been one of my favorite little joys in life. I love this series of images, where I can practically see Lilly's imagined royalty as she danced like a princess.
Tiffany was pregnant and wanted a few maternity pictures! I was happy to oblige.
