It's August 27th, one of my favorite days of the year.
Four years ago, about 60 of us made our way to a little wild, windy spot on the Oregon Coast: Cape Perpetua.
I put on a Judd Waddell wedding gown, Nathan put on a damn fine suit, and we stood together on the beach with our dear friends, family, and one beautiful black labrador dog.
Later, a sunset of cotton candy pinks and deep blues flowed across the sky, and we ate and drank and laughed and danced until quite late. It was the most glorious blur of happiness I can remember.
We still go to that beach, at least twice per year, and fill the same house with about a dozen of our friends. We make huge meals, sprawl in infinite glorious laziness on the couch and Two Most Comfortable Armchairs In The World, walk/run/sit/think on the beach and nearby trails, read a lot, listen to the sound of waves and wind, sit in a hot tub staring up at the stars, see the children (and us) grow, and play lots of games. We all crave it desperately when we aren't there.
Nathan and I always go down to the ever-changing landscape where we initially said our vows, sitting, snuggling, remembering. It's a magical spot, changing just as our lives do, but ever-present in its rocky, craggy, sandy place.
Today, I wander that craggy spot with my virtual toes, reach into the closet to touch my still-sandy gown, hug the man I love, sit cross-legged on the couch and page lazily through our wedding album, and think of all the adventures that await us--grand, hard, hilarious, ridiculous, terrifying... Whatever they are, there is absolutely no one else in the world I'd rather share them with, and I can't wait for all the August 27ths and the magic they promise.
To all the beautiful, wonderful, sweet and amazing people I photograph, thank you for inviting me into your lives to document your August 27ths. I love you all.
Photos by the amazing Bambi Cantrell (and a few by me).