Music for a cause. This benefit concert for To Write Love on Her Arms was held at Clementine Cafe.
The Mark Bradley Band
Music for a cause. This benefit concert for To Write Love on Her Arms was held at Clementine Cafe.
The Mark Bradley Band
As I mentioned yesterday…it was snowing on St. Patrick’s Day. After the potluck, I headed back home with a car full of kids and friends. The light in the sky shifted when evening came and it looked like a fairy tale in my back yard. I tried to sweet talk the kids into going outside with me for a mini-shoot but they were too engulfed in a full on nerf war and wanted nothing to do with it…so Misti and Ben agreed to be my subjects because I would.not.stop bugging them about it. *cheese*
I woke up to grey skies and a chance of snow. Typical. Last week my son was wearing shorts to school…no big deal. That’s a typical March in Rockingham County for ya. I headed to church then joined some friends for a birthday celebration that just-so-happened to be on St. Patrick’s Day. Perfect. We all met at a local restaurant then headed over to our friend’s place for a delicious potluck. The snow covered the grass and the crockpot aroma filled the house. It’s ok to be jealous.
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?
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.

MACRoCk is just around the corner. EEE! Here are some shots from MACRoCk Day 2 last year. Check out more shots and a write up about Day 1 over on ilovemyburg.