This day was drenched with love. Not the kind that yells affirmations from the rooftops or screams for attention and affection. Not the kind that’s glittery and gilded, sure to tarnish and dim with age. No, it most certainly was not that kind. Rather, it had the that quiet and strong quality of love. Reserved while being ever present. The…

I am often asked about what my favorite subject is to photograph. My usual script includes something along the lines of people {landscapes, real estate, pets…not my jam}, in-between moments and love. Sometimes the conversation is more generic than others, but the basic theme is still the same. But when I get a few moments to really think about it……

Love on a farm grows like no other kind of love. It’s formed through enduring hard labor, long hours, thankless chores and calloused hands. It’s woven into the fabric of patched jeans, greased rags and dust covered hats. It’s seen every year in the growth of a seed, the harvest of a plant. Farming, like love, takes patience and kindness….

Not once during this exuberant occasion was there a sour note anywhere. Smiles were the decoration of the hour and it seemed as though music, either in form or in theory, danced on air throughout the day. It is an absolute, all out joy when a wedding day comes together and so clearly represents the two people it was meant…