I have a lot of things I want to say about this week. Like how Wednesday was by far one of the most perfect days I'd experienced in a long while. Like how so many of my favorite moments didn't get photographed, such as the night I stayed up with a friend until 1:30 in the morning eating homemade chocolate malts,  watching Melancholia, and having good conversation. Or like all of the days I ran, including the hot afternoon I ran in just my sports bra - something very liberating I'm usually too shy to do. Or like the day I let a high school student photograph me as I taught her about aperture, shutter speed, and light. I have a lot of things to say about this week, but really, I'm too tired. My mind and body have run out of steam. So I'll leave you with pictures. They're usually pretty good at speaking for themselves.

lauren + joey

I've thought about this photo so many times since taking it. I loved the night of this wedding rehearsal just as much as the wedding. I loved the way the waning daylight subtlety gave away to the softness of Lauren's creamy, white skin and the slight twinkle in Joey's eyes as he looked at her. It's moments like this that remind me why I'm a wedding photographer. Because it's not even about the wedding, or the wedding day- it's about the two people that found love. It's about how somehow, amid all of the other seven billion people in the world, 

they found 

     eachother.

Today was gray. It was the perfect gray for making coffee and having a slow morning. It was the perfect kind of gray for watching a couple episodes of "United States of Tara" (my latest obsession) in my pajamas, followed by yoga, and a long shower. Afterwards I washed dishes and "piddled", as my mom would put it, about the house unpacking summer clothes, browsing Pinterest, and talking to a friend on the phone. And it was the perfect kind of gray day for a hike. After reaching the top of Smelter today I sat above town for almost 4 hours watching the tiny cars hum below me and had some good conversation. I love Sundays. I love Sundays as much as I love homemade bread, massages, sushi, booking weddings, movie dates, dinner parties, sunny afternoons in the park, late night chai, best friends, and Durango: all of which I had this week, and most of which I didn't photograph. (Whoops!) I did however photograph a couple sleepless nights at 3:00 AM as the twinkle lights above my bed grew bright and then dimmed, in and out, softly. And I also took some head shots for a friend who was trying out as an extra in a Johnny Depp movie. He's in town supposedly, and it's all people are talking about. This week ended a lot better than it began. I'm so thankful for the people in my life and I'm loving the warm weather, even if the sun is hiding. My heart is anything but gray.