Lee and I have been friends for…a very long time. He lives about 6 hours away now so when I got word that he and his fiancé were in for a visit, I hightailed it over the mountain to Madison County where his family lives. It was a beautiful storm-cloudy drive with a pot of home-cooked goodness waiting for me at the end. And no visit to MadCow is complete without a mother-son guitar-accordion harmony…on the front porch…in the pouring rain. Oh, life. 
So this is a little dated (2011)…but the light that evening was magical. And dang it, these photos beg to be shared. When I look at these images I am transported to summertime evenings with good people, good energy and lots of…bats. Ball bats. And what better way to celebrate a friend’s 32nd than with a wiffle ball tournament?
above photo by Rachel Herr
above photo by Rachel Herr
It was just a summery Wednesday evening. Danielle stopped by-I walked out carrying three wedding dresses. I greeted: “Wanna wear these and take photos?!” Danielle (unamused), being the type of friend who is always up for anything, replies, “Sure.” These types of questions are not too uncommon in my presence, I suppose. Besides, she’s a fellow photographer so she gets it. I acquired these dresses from a group of girl friends who once wore them on their wedding day. One evening we were all swapping stories of matrimony and the conversation led to the dress. Most of the stories associated with this garment were stories of sadness and pain and loss. I asked the gals if I could borrow their dresses for a week. I wanted to give the dresses a new meaning, to shine a softer light on their dim past…even if only for a moment. The photos below are the photos Danielle and I took that warm Wednesday evening.
Friendly City Lens 