Oh this wedding in New Orleans was fun!But before I get to that, I want to tell you about that amazing bride up there. She showed me a resilience that I would not have possessed, and she impressed the hell out of everyone in attendance. You see, the day before her wedding, she was flying into town and her luggage was stolen. Not lost. Not misplaced. Someone intentionally took it from the plane.And that piece of luggage? It had everything she needed except for the wedding dress. It contained the shoes. The rings. The jewelry. The new, old, borrowed and blue. Plus? All of her clothes for the trip. Oh! And you know what else? Try passports for the honeymoon travel right after the wedding.Can you even imagine? I cannot. I already told you about my freakout about my stupid driver's license! When I heard about this, I shut my mouth and said a prayer of thanks for all that had gone right in my trip.But this couple refused to be down. They got new passports. Friends went shopping for things like curling irons, earrings, shoes, etc. She borrowed clothes. She was AMAZING. And she had a damn good time at her wedding. It was inspiring.Now! Let's talk about the wedding! It was absolutely stunning and it included a parade. A parade! It also had some really sweet family moments and a lot of laughter. It was a blast. You can see more in the photos below. (By the way! This was one of my all black-and-white weddings of the year, which you'll notice below. What a fun and creative twist to the shooting!)
** A very special thank you to the amazing Lucy Hawthorne who flew down to The Big Easy to work this wedding with me.
While I was enjoying a croissant and my morning coffee in the courtyard, I looked up and snapped this image of the palms over my head. I swear, I felt so damn fancy staying in that amazing hotel.But back to reality!This week is a bit crazy with four shoots left and several meetings awaiting my attention (and I still haven't unpacked or finished up the laundry...). And then there's stuff like holiday cards! And holiday shopping! And buying a tree! And hosting a charity drive! Man this time of year is something else. Wonderful, but something else, am I right? Each time I begin to get overwhelmed, I try to just take myself back to that courtyard. I'll probably be thinking of that spot for years to come.For your internet shares:+ Did you know you can 
This weekend was surreal in so many ways.First off, I had an amazing client fly me (and my assistant) to New Orleans to photograph her wedding. I've been lucky to shoot one to two destination weddings each year -- and each one has been absolutely amazing. When I get to combine travel and weddings together, I am a very happy woman.That said, it is also a new level of stress. I feel even more pressure to deliver amazing photography because I know the client is paying more to cover my travel expenses. And, besides that, I have to plan really carefully to bring every single thing I might need, and I need to carry it all on because losing it on the way would be disastrous. So I'm usually running through the airport, high strung from nerves about doing a good job, ticking through lists and lists and lists in my head to make sure I remembered everything, and just trying to get to the location so I can unpack and take a long breath (and do some yoga).My flight to New Orleans was easy and on time, and I arrived to the city in great spirits. I remembered on the cab ride to the hotel that I had forgotten to alert my credit card company that I would be traveling (last time my charges were all denied until I did this). So I'm texting Jamie in the cab asking him if he can call them because I'm suddenly afraid that the cab charge won't go through, but my phone dies mid-text.We arrive at the hotel and thankfully, the card works. Whew.I unload and go to check in, where they ask me for my ID. I reach for it, and it's gone.It's not in my back pocket where I put it after clearing security. I calmly sit down and open all of my purse/wallet/etc, and it's no where to be found. I have somehow lost it between TSA in Minneapolis and the New Orleans hotel, and the hotel won't let me check in without it. Also, I should point out, while I'm slightly nervous about the hotel situation, I am far, far more stressed out about how I will fly back to Minnesota without a driver's license.Deep breaths.Ok, so I think I should call the airport lost and found. But my phone is dead. So I start looking for my phone charger. And I look. And I look. And I think I left it at home.Awesome.By now I am a frazzled mess. I pull out my laptop and start messaging Jamie through Slack. He is at his desk (yay!), and he is the best thing ever and calls Delta and gets me the numbers I need to check with lost and found. During all of this, the hotel clerk is kind enough to just check me in without the driver's license (I have other photo ID and credit cards and by now it's pretty obvious I'm not scamming anyone).Now, I need to tell you that when I travel for weddings, the bride books my room at whatever hotel they are staying at. I do this so I am nearby in case of last-minute needs during getting ready photos, and usually the bride is in a super fancy suite and I am in a very simple, cheapest-room-available situation. And that's totally fine! I completely understand wedding budgets and how costly everything is and I have no ill will toward those kinds of bookings. But imagine my surprise when I open up my room to see this:
Those doors lead to a semi-private courtyard (shared by the bride and groom and their children). It had a fountain and chairs and palm trees and was stunning.It was the calm I needed in that moment.I took breaths. I unpacked everything to make sure my ID really was lost (it was). And then I calmly called Delta baggage at the NOLA airport.And they had my ID.And the hotel driver could pick it up and bring it to me.And then I found my phone charger.And just like that, everything was good again.
I chose these images for my Monday post, because the sense of calm I felt the moment I was alone in this room, hearing the trickling water outside and feeling that cool, humid air on my skin was so wonderful, especially in that tense moment of panic. And I think these images show that sense of calm and relaxation.But I also love the first image, with the door cracked open, because the city of New Orleans is so mysterious to me. It's dark and a little scary, but at the same time very romantic. Those doors peeking open are a great symbol for me.Now, for some internet shares of the day:+ One of my very favorite home decor magazines, 
Look who turned four yesterday!We celebrated with snuggles, scratches and salted caramel ice cream. Then we forced the poor girl into the studio for a quick shoot. But don't worry, she was rewarded with plenty of treats!And for your internet shares:+ 
Are these two the cutest or what? Check out that adorable little sweater! My God!As you can imagine, I have been working my tail off fitting in family holiday sessions lately, and this was a shot I caught on Tuesday. I love these happy smiles and I love photos like this that express the love of the family, but are not posed. I completely realize (and respect) that families want/need posed photos for many reasons, but I try to capture the fun more than anything as those images are always my favorites.For your internet shares of the day:+ 
That photo up there is a shot I snapped tonight when I left the house to see a movie with my dear friend Betz. I have been a bit down lately, and a night out with a wonderful lady friend seemed like the perfect remedy. Except we saw that Manchester by the Sea movie I linked to the other day and dear, sweet, jesus, I'm not sure I would suggest it. The acting is superb -- I'm not gonna lie. But it is the most depressing film I have ever seen. And that is no exaggeration.But enough about the photo and my evening.Last night, I saw 
I was photographing a beautiful family this afternoon near the woods, and I spotted this among the trees. What in the world? And how lovely? Each box is filled with a different source of nature. Quite a lovely find!Lots of internet shares today!+ You've probably heard a lot about the pipeline protests in North Dakota. I enjoyed 
Did I mention that my sweet Ezra got sick on our trip back to Kansas? Well of course he did! It was a holiday, wasn't it!? Anyway, he got the pukes and a light fever, and 24 hours later he was better. Not back to normal (as in, refusing to eat), but not puking any more.The evening after Thanksgiving, Jamie got it bad. I had a very mild form of the sickness, and frankly just slept a ton to rid myself of it. Or so I thought.We drove back on Saturday, and that night it hit me hard. The worst kind of stomach virus (I will save you from details) and a triple digit fever. I was bedridden for the day, and thank God my amazing man could act as a single parent and simultaneously bring me small samplings of ginger ale and ice chips.Sunday morning was amazingly foggy in Minneapolis, and it killed me to be stuck inside. I asked Jamie to bring me my camera, and I attempted to take photos of the fog out the window from my bed. You guys. My camera felt SO heavy in my sick little hands. The photo above was a mistake shot, but I think it captures the feeling of the day well, so here you go.For your internet shares of the day:+ My buddy Leah gifted me