So at the end of this day, we give thanks
For being betrothed to the unknown.
JOHN O'DONOHUE
The Inner History of a Day
JOHN O'DONOHUE
The Inner History of a Day
This announcement has been a long time coming. A long, long time. As you may already know, last year I happily accepted an incredibly rewarding position as the Marketing Coordinator for Flying Horse Farms, a camp in Mount Gilead that provides magical, transformative experiences for children with serious illnesses.
I knew I was going to work for a camp that changed children's lives. But as it turns out, it also changed mine.
After ten years of photographing weddings, I made the decision to focus exclusively on documenting portraits for families, children and couples. This is an enormous change for me, but a necessary and welcome one. Focusing only on portrait photography allows me to devote more time to my husband, friends and family, as well as my career with Flying Horse Farms.
The lovely news, is that I still get to work with, and stay connected to you. And that makes me very happy indeed.
But oh, how I have adored these years documenting weddings.
Being a witness to your marriages, your love, your most intimate emotions, innermost hopes, and sacred promises - it's a privilege I will always treasure.
I have seen a father preside over his daughter's marriage ceremony. I have seen the rain hold off, just long enough. I have seen a shy best man with trembling hands give a heartfelt, memorable toast that brought every guest to tears. I have seen gravity-defying, awe-inspiring dance moves. And let it be known, I've seen the running man, sprinkler, worm, electric slide, cha-cha slide, macarena, roger rabbit, cotton-eyed joe, cabbage patch, and vogue more times than I can even remember.
I have seen a brother walk his sister down the aisle after their father's recent passing. I have seen the young son of a bride receive a ring, and promise from the groom that they will always be a family. I have seen the planting of a tree, and a vow to return each year to chart its growth. I have seen a great grandmother's veil passed down through three generations, the silk softened and netted like filament from a web. I have seen a fiddle-playing folk band, lead guests down a dirt path after a ceremony, the melody spilling into the hot summer sky.
I have seen so much. And I will carry it with me always.
I'm beyond delighted for the journey to come. And I hope you'll join me as I craft the story of my ever-changing relationship with photography - the past, the now, and the yet unknown.
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Please visit my new portrait website at www.cstudiosphotography.com to begin the next chapter together.