In August, I spent the afternoon assisting Christina Richards with a beautiful wedding in Gualala, CA.
I headed back to Oakland just in time to catch the sunset on the PCH.
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In August, I spent the afternoon assisting Christina Richards with a beautiful wedding in Gualala, CA.
I headed back to Oakland just in time to catch the sunset on the PCH.
In September, I spent five days on the Nevada side of Lake Tahoe with my favorite dude and his sweet family. We ate great food, fika'd on the porch, visited Virgina City just in time to catch the steampunk ball. We hiked through Desolation Wilderness and camped at Lake Aloha (my first hike-in-overnight-adventure), fell asleep watching tiny stars streak across the sky.
And mostly, we all relaxed. We read, we worked quietly and diligently, we waded next to splintered beams. We watched sunsets, and drank malört, and I, at least, was the happiest.
In the week before Laura & Matt's beautiful wedding in Puerto Vallarta, my dude and I spent some time in the tiny town of Sayulita, Mexico. As counter-intuitive as it sounds, I don't often bring my camera with me when I'm out adventuring. Knowing I would want pictures of our trip, but also want to leave my tote bag on the beach while we went for a surf, I brought a Kodak disposable camera and called it a day.
I'll spare you my waxing poetic about how thrilling I found shooting film - knowing I would likely forget the details of the scenes I was capturing, knowing I would later "unwrap" them and remember again when they were developed. How freeing it felt to not know how or even if a shot turned out - no need to try again, to strive for a perfect image.
And I'll spare you my gushing about how much I love these photos - in all of their grain and imperfection. But I do. I love these photos.