rachel + joe | max patch elopement

This July I had the deep honor of attending a several day long birth as a doula/birth photographer. I always fall in love with the family I’m supporting as I watch their connection deepen throughout the process of bringing life into the world. Those days are bleary with lack of sleep but what isn’t bleary is their deep love for each other. The experience was extremely raw and too many times to count I saw Rachel dig from just a little bit deeper inside of herself to go on. I was in awe of her strength and her perseverance and I was in awe at the tenderness and presence that Joe brought to the birth room. When Riley Willow finally joined them earthside, she was greeted with such peace and love. I cry just thinking about leaving that room with the three of them huddled together.

This past Sunday I got a text from Rachel that they had a wild idea that day and wondered if I would be available to photograph their elopement on Friday. I had an overdue mama waiting for delivery but said I would make it work with a back up photographer for them just in case. I knew that the chances I would miss it were pretty big but I still hoped that the stars would align so that I could be there for that second important day in their lives.

The birth stretched over days and as that poor mama dug deep inside of herself just like I had seen Rachel do months before, I let go of the hope of attending the wedding. In a turn of events the baby was born in time for me to jump in my car and make the drive to Max Patch. I quickly did a quick dry shampoo, changed into my warmest clothes and switched my memory card. As I waited for Rachel and Joe to come (the traffic was horrendous), a thick fog rolled in and I knew we wouldn’t be able to see the mountains. The light was fading and I didn’t know how things were going to work out. An hour after we were supposed to start, they pulled up and you could hear Riley wailing in the car. They hopped out and quickly pulled together their outfits and we started the hike to the top.

Here’s the thing about Rachel and Joe…they have adventure pumping through their veins. It is a big part of what drew them together. So this unfolding of their wedding made total sense. As the fog thickened, Rachel climbed barefoot, carrying her hiking boots. Riley calmed quickly as the fresh air hit her lungs. The light was quickly fading and I suggested we do the ceremony right there in the pathway to the top, but hikers kept rolling on by us and it didn’t feel private. All of a sudden Rachel veered off the pathway, down a steep ledge and into the woods that were vibrant with fall colors. Very quickly it was decided that it was the perfect place. I strapped Riley to me in a carrier and the ceremony started.

Let me take a minute to gush about Gina ( www.allthethingsceremonies.com ). Gina rolled with it, laughing and bringing the most beautiful energy into the mix. Things were just a bit on the chaotic side as they stood there ready to become husband and wife, but Gina was so steady and calm. She had them hold hands and breathe together and suddenly it became such a sacred space.

I swayed back and forth, shushing the baby and snapping pictures of the most beautiful ceremony I’ve ever been witness to. My eyes filled with tears as they said their vows and clutched each other under the big tree. Here’s the thing, as new parents, they have seen the sleep deprived, the raw, the unglamorous…and still…in that moment they chose each other. They chose each other.

They were pronounced husband and wife by then Riley was impatiently waiting for her supper. The fog hugged them tight as they collapsed into that familiar threesome in the crunchy orange leaves.

The walk back down was so magical. The fog and wind whipped around us and we all giggled at what an adventure it all was. I signed their marriage license as their witness, we feasted on the birth snacks I had left in my doula bag, and they called each other husband and wife. It felt so natural, like a great unfolding of the most beautiful story.

Thank you Rachel and Joe for the honor of being witness to two beautiful journeys this year, I feel so happy that you have each other and even happier that from your love came this beautiful baby girl.

Bouquet by the lovely Fern and Flora

Officiant, the vivacious and life giving All The Things Ceremonies

Blurry iphone pictures by yours truly.

baby shiloh | asheville, nc

A few years ago I got called to a Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep session; precious twin boys, one cradled in his parents’ arms, still and silent, and the other up in the NICU. The feelings of grief were so thick and yet there was still joy somehow woven throughout it all. I will never forget the love and the tears dripping down this mama and daddy’s faces, and the gentle way they placed them both in the basinet for their first and last pictures together. Hudson and Everest. I never forgot them.

To my delight this year, I heard from this dear family, pregnant with their third child, and they so graciously invited me into their home to capture him in his first days. They said to have me capture all three of their boys would be so special. Oh it did my heart good to see them, to feel the warmth of their home, to see Everest jumping around like all toddlers do. The moments were full. Full of gratitude, of overflowing love, full of laughter and energy (Everest is quite the character). Still in the midst of full life with two tiny ones, Hudson was so very missed.

I left feeling so full, so grateful to be a witness to the joys and sorrows of this life. I cherish each picture we made together and rejoice in the birth of sweet Shiloh. Welcome sweet little brother, you are so loved.

campmeeting | across the generations

One thing I know for sure is that pictures grow in value as time marches on.

12 summers ago, on the hottest day I can remember, I made the drive to Catawba, NC to my friend Catherine’s beloved campmeeting, ten 249 to take some pictures. There I captured her spirited grandmother “Ma Gaye” who traipsed around showing us all the places she used to come as a little girl. I took pictures of her with her hair damp with sweat, singing loudly the hymns of her youth, and some pictures with Catherine and her mama (3 generations!). When Ma Gaye died a few years back the pictures became irreplaceable treasures, as the memories of being at campmeeting with her were captured for generations to come. They are to date some of my favorite pictures I’ve ever taken.

Fast-foward to this summer. I got invited back to take pictures of Catherine’s children running around with their cousin, drinking out of the fresh spring, under the tree their great, great grandparents met, bare feet and ice cream cones, visiting on the porch, popsicles, scraped knees, visiting with the neighboring tents, and 3 generations on the porch swing. My favorite part was when they gathered in the meeting tent and sang their hearts out. As their voices wafted into the sticky, warm air, honestly I needed someone to pinch me I felt like I was dreaming. I was tickled to death to find their tent decked out in laminated pictures from our session with Ma Gaye along with treasured pictures of the past. To come full circle and see the generations enjoying this special place will always have a special place in my heart.

Love your family well, as they wont always be around, and for goodness sake, take some pictures! You will never regret it.

If you’d like me to help tell your family’s story, reach out to set up a session! There’s no time like the present!

12 years later…

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