Trystan Photography: An Intimate Portrait.

Please click the photo or follow the link to view Amy and Dan’s wedding at the Bear Dance Golf Course.

Charlotte and I must cracked the mystery code, and somehow we’re only attracting the coolest, chillest couples for wedding clients. We have not had one “bridezilla” or stressed -out groom at all this year. It makes weddings so much easier and fun when all the personalities are compatible. That’s why the first thing I tell clients when we have our intial consultation is, “We’re goofy, fun photographers. If you don’t like goffing around, playing, and public PDA, don’t book us!”. Those that love the idea of us book, and those that can’t stand the idea of us don’t.

It’s worked perfectly.

And I think, year to date, Amy and Dan might have been the most laid back couple we’ve photographed this year. And it’s not that they didn’t have things to get their heart rates up:

A groomsman arrived late.

Dan’s daughter, a toddler, was “precious” during the ceremony ( and later the first dance) by sprinting to Dan insisting that Daddy hold her the whole time.

Especially regarding his daughter, I don’t know how they stayed so relaxed. If my daughter, Ella, who is now 3, was crawling all over me during something important, I can’t say I would’t get a little cranky. But Dan and Amy simply smiled, scooped her up, and turned the possibly stressful moments into really touching cute moments that made for some awesome shots.

Sheesh, now that I’m thinking about it, I really need to work on my “Daddy Patience”. I’m a cranky daddy.

The one slightly embarrassing moment for me was when we jumped into some golf carts after the ceremony a zoomed off around the back 9 to hunt for vistas and sunset shots. Bear Dance is one of the most vertical courses I’ve ever seen, with huge inclines and drops. Well, Amy and Dan zipped off in their cart ahead of Char and I, and we hit the gas and began to follow. However, it became obvious once we hit our first hill that we were going to have some issues…

Our golf cart was really struggling up the hill. And this was very alarming to me as I watched our clients and the wedding coordinator lose us in the distance. You see, Dan’s a fairly big guy, and Amy’s very petite and their cart was doing just fine. Well, my wife is petite, too… hmmmmm.

I am so heavy. I officially overwhelmed a golf cart. I don’t feel that heavy. I’m very tall (6′4″), but I do weigh in at hefty 280, but when I look in the mirror I still see a stud (no body dimorphic disorder here folks)! However, I have been breaking friends’ furniture lately (chairs and such…). And now this golf cart…

So Amy and Dan ended up waiting up ahead as they watched our poor golf cart just… barely… crawl… up… those… hills…

The whole time I could hear Chris Farley singing softly in my head, “Fat guy in a little cart, fat guy in a little cart..”

Ah, well. The poorly overloaded cart did eventually get us to where we needed to be and we got some of the coolest sunset-shots in a long time.

Thank you Amy and Dan. We loved your wedding, and your families. It was a wonderful night.

Please click the photo or follow the link to view Kristin and Brett’s Shove Chapel and Phantom Canyon Brewery wedding.

I suppose you could say I currently have two long-term relationships. One, is my marriage to my wife, Charlotte, the other is to this retro-rock band called Sixty 8 (I warn you… this is real metal, and don’t follow that link if you don’t like metal). We’ve been together since early 2004, and the boys and I are like family, and we fight like brothers…

Brett is the drummer for this little rock escapade, and he and Kristin have been a part of our lives for a really long time (he’s even been thrown-up on by my son, that makes you practically a blood-relation in my book). When I first knew Kristin and Brett, they were best friends. But over the years they grew closer and closer, and all of us their little social circle began to say, “…are they? Nah.”

But in the end, they realized, as the rest of us did, that they were absolutely made for each other. And when Kristin asked Char and I to photograph their wedding, we felt so honored.

Shove Chapel on the campus of Colorado College is one of the most challenging ceremony venues in the Springs. It’s really dark… like cave dark. But it has this mood, this dark romantic atmosphere, that if you can shoot it just right, can make the photographs absolutely breathtaking. Personally, I love Shove Chapel. I love the challenge of it, and I love the expressive shadows of the sanctuary. It seems fitting that my favorite painting style is chiaroscuro, so accordingly I love it in my photography as well. No additional lighting is required at Shove Chapel: it is lit like a theatre with a dark gallery and super-lit altar. Built-in dramatic lighting!

The reception at Phantom Canyon Brewery was one for the ages. All of our friends were there, and Kristin and Brett hired this amazing band, The Phat Horn Doctors (formerly Phat Daddy). They were the coolest band I’ve seen at a wedding. They had the place jumping all night long, every age, every level of sobriety/drunkenness, all were out there bustin’ a move.

Kristin never stopped dancing. Ever. By the end of the night she had sweat soaking through the back of her dress, but she was aglow in happiness, and my buddy Brett, who is normally “too cool for school” was giggling and grinning from ear to ear all night long.

Thank you both for putting your trust in us. We consider it such an honor to have been given the responsibility to capture your wedding day.

Thank you for being our friends, and thank you for being so good with my kids! (Ella’s been watching over my shoulder at different times while I was processing your photos, and she’d see you two and start yelling, “It’s Brett! That’s Kristin! She’s a pretty bride!”)

Please click the photo or follow the link to view Tara and Robert’s wedding at The Red Lion Inn near Boulder, CO.

What if:

1) …your mom loves you dearly and wants only the best, most perfect, magical wedding possible for you.

2) …your mom is a professional event planner.

3) …you have plenty opinions of your own.

Well, if you’re Tara and her momma, Pommy, you “hash out” a lot of the details at your initial consultation with your photographer. It made for a very lively meeting, to say the least…

But I could see that neither Tara and her mom had any ill-will, just differing opinions about how things should go. They are both beautiful, strong willed women (don’t worry Robert, I’ve got those in my wife and mother-in-law, and it’s wonderful… in hindsight, mostly), and I didn’t have any trepidations about how Tara and Robert’s wedding would go.

My confidence in the both of them paid off when, on the wedding day, it was an incredibly well-planned and executed wedding. Deliciously appointed, with a wonderful attention to detail and creativity (they had a bar for only custom-made cigars! How cool is that?!?).

The Red Lion Inn is tucked along the twisting creek of Boulder Canyon, and has all kinds of hidden views and alcoves. I especially enjoyed photographing Rob and Tara along the well landscaped creek-walk, which winds low behind the Inn.

The ceremony was so emotional, with Robert choking back tears and Tara flat out crying. I love to see couples so in love. I just want to run and sweep my wife, Charlotte, up in a passionate embrace at these moments, but I didn’t, because I didn’t want to make Rob look bad: I’m a pretty studly guy and I didn’t want all the women who were present to swoon. (My wife, Charlotte, is rolling her eyes as she reads this…)

Tara and Robert were very into the photography. Their enthusiasm was infectious for the rest of the wedding party. The photography was easy that day, and we absolutely love when that happens.

The reception featured one of my favorite Denver emcees, Phil Peralta at Simply Entertainment. He has such a knack for acknowledging the emotion of the day, while keeping the enregy up, and while bringing you to tears. To simply call him a DJ would be insulting.

Well, Tara and Pommy, now that it is all said and done I hope you feel like everything was perfect. From my vantage point, it was, and a true accomplishment, at that…

… and a testament to the endless love of a strong willed momma, and her equally strong willed daughter!

Thank you so much Tara and Rob (and Pommy) for choosing us to capture your special day!

Please click the photo or follow the link to view heather and Carl’s wedding at The Wild Basin Lodge in Allenspark.

If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you’ll probably be noticing a theme after this wedding: rain!?! Every bloody weekend!!! When I was a kid, I remember daily afternoon rain-showers like clockwork in Colorado, but once the El Nino hit in the late 90’s, the clockwork rain stopped. Almost 10 years passed without daily showers for any extended period of time, but now… it’s not raining every day, but it seemed to rain every weekend… at least in August.

The day after Tessa and Doug’s rainy wedding, we drove 275 miles to the tiny little mountain town of Allenspark. Unfortunately, I think the same rainy storm-front that had dampened Tessa and Doug’s wedding had pretty much kept pace overnight, and now was a guest of honor at Heather and Carl’s wedding!

This storm almost did the wedding in, and if it hadn’t been for the excellent meteorological skills of the coordinator of The Wild Basin Lodge, the outdoor ceremony would have been called and we would have been forced to hold it on the porch. However, after carefully consulting the live feed of the local Doppler for about 30 minutes, she emerged to state confidently, “… it’ll pass in 15 minutes.”

I had my doubts because a steady, medium-heavy rain had been falling unchanged for about 20 minutes. So all the guests, the couple, and Char and I, stayed dry inside the lodge, and the guests passed the time merrily sipping cocktails and chatting. It was actually a great opportunity for Heather and Carl to walk around and talk to everybody, and lo and behold… 15 minutes later it stopped raining and the setting sun broke through the clouds and I realized that we were going to get a gift from God, at least, in terms of opportunity for photos!

Looking back at these photos, I can’t believe how close we came to missing this wonderful dusk ceremony. I mean, a wedding is a wedding, no matter what the setting, but c’mon! It was stunning out. Brides all over the world would kill for a sunset ceremony in a natural, awe inspiring place like that.

I don’t know how they did it, but Heather and Carl showed no sign of worry or stress as they waited out the storm. Maybe it was luck, or maybe it was the power of positive thought, or sheer will of the bride, but they really lucked out and got a one-in-a-million ceremony.

Thank you, Heather and Carl, for allowing us the honor of capturing your beautiful day! Now you have visual proof to show your future children that, in fact: the best things do come to those who wait!

Colorado’s high country can be a moody lover.

She is so giving: her majestic vistas, soaring tower-esque clouds, and beautiful greenery are a photographers’ dream backdrop, especially for the drama and romance of a wedding.

However, she can turn cold and stormy in a second. Her jagged mountain ranges can hold back even the strongest storm fronts which boil and rage just out of sight and out of mind a peak away, until the built-up energy of the storm front swells and boils over the tops of Colorado’s peaks like a volcanic pyroclastic flow. And just like that, a beautiful day in the High Country can turn from beautiful, to stormy and wet.

Such was the schizophrenic mood of Colorado on the day of Bree and Brian’s wedding at the Siverthorne Pavilion. Spots of sun would yield to cold wet drizzle. Calm would relent to gusting winds. It wasn’t a very fun day to try and capture Colorado for Bree and Brian.

However, through all of the changes in weather, one thing remained constant: Bree and Brian’s unshakable optimism and joy for the fact that this day was finally here and they were getting married. We may not have had sunshine, but their love for each other shined brightly on it’s own.

I love when couples say: “We don’t care what the weather does: we’re getting great photos done!” and we roar around in the drizzle and wind taking simply perfect photos of the two of them. All brides should take Bree’s lead and suffer for the art. Suffer for the art!

If I were to try and sum up Bree and Brian’s wedding in a few words it would be: laughing and crying. I was worn out just watching them vacillate back and forth between cracking up and barely containing sobs.

Growing up, I never understood “happy crying”. I’d always see my mom crying because I bought her a pretty necklace for Christmas or something, and ask why she was crying and she’d always answer, “… because I’m so happy.” Huh? I don’t know if it was because I was young, or male, or both, but I couldn’t get my head around that concept. That is, until I married the woman of my dreams (I cried), and then later when Charlotte, my beautiful wife, gave birth to my children (I really cried). So I think it’s obvious that I now fully understand “happy crying”.

Bree and Brian, I wish you the best in your marriage. I also heard from a little bird that Bree clearly has “baby fever”, and it’s probably going to be only a matter of months (9?) until there’s some new changes in the big picture for you two…

The roaring 20’s were an interesting time in fashion. “Flapper girls” were the norm, and the playfully short hairstyles, with the sculpted curls and waves were reflections of the popular art-deco themes of the age.

It was a wildly popular and scandalous look that eventually became vogue and even the elite older women began emmulating the Flappers. It was certainly a statement of fashion, and very unique as I can’t think of another age in which the fashion was similar.

That’s why I found it so striking that Janice had implemented all the right facets of the Flapper look, and successfully created the most unique bridal look for 2008 that I’ve seen. It wasn’t a throwback, and yet it wasn’t completely modern, but it was all flattering and very fun to photograph.

It was our first wedding at the Rockledge Inn. It’s a winding, curving, maze of terraces, slopes and views. It is rather tight, so it’s probably not appropriate for large weddings, but for smaller mid-size weddings of 80-100 people or so, it’s amazing!

Rockledge itself was built in 1910, but had it’s real heyday during the Roaring 20’s! I don’t know that little fact was on purpose for Janice, but it wouldn’t surprise me.

Janice and Erik did a terrific job planning their wedding. All we ask is for lots of personality, a fun and relaxed atmosphere, and a couple in love. Janice and Erik gave us all of that, and more.

Congratulations you two! Thank you so much for the honor of photographing your beautiful day.

Please click the photo or follow the link to view Charissa and Diego’s wedding at the Westlake Village Inn in Westlake Village, CA.

As a photographer in Colorado, would you consider shooting a wedding in Los Angeles?

The answer might seem obvious to some, but for me there was actually a moment’s hesitation. I spent nearly five years of my young adult life in Los Angeles, and let’s just say, I’m delighted I don’t live there anymore!

I was truly lost during my years in LA, wandering from whim to whim, sometimes making terrible life choices in a city full of slick idolatry and plastic people. As anyone who has been to Hollywood can attest, like its residents, Los Angeles has a shimmering veneer many initially can find very intoxicating, but dig even the slightest bit under the surface, she reveals herself to be the perfect metaphor for all the burnt-out, over the hill actors with too much plastic surgery that mar it’s population like liver spots.

As you can clearly tell, Los Angeles’ faux glitz and glamor soured tremendously for me, and I honestly thought I’d never have a positive view of it, or it’s people, again.

However, there is a certain universal fantasy about one’s career in photography that at some fantastic point your art begins to take you to new places other than your usual creative stomping grounds. New places breathe fresh life into your art, especially a place as alive and full of energy (both good and bad) as the greater LA metro area!

Char and I briefly pondered this decision, but we quickly came to realize that as beautiful and majestic as Colorado can be, a little change of scenery / mini vacation might do us some good. So we agreed to travel out over a weekend in July and spend a total of 3 days in California, with the actual wedding falling on the Sunday, and we’d fly out on Monday.

I have to admit, I was fairly nervous about trying to pull off an amazing wedding over a thousand miles away, but as we looked at the logistics of it all, we realized we really didn’t require that much equipment and much of it could be done as a carry-on (we thought that sacrificing our clothing instead of the camera equipment to the lost-luggage-gods might be a good choice). And luckily, Charissa had the foresight to book our flight before the fuel prices “how-dare-you-want-to-check-a-bag!?!” fiasco became airline policy, so while the fellow travelers ahead of and behind us were furiously bartering with the poor ticket counter people to let them check their bags without paying a surcharge, Charlotte and I were greeted with knowing smiles as we loaded our 4 checked bags without paying a dime. I have to say, that was a small thing, but it was a fortuitous start to our little adventure.

Charissa was amazing in her efforts to coordinate our travel plans: our early morning flight out of Denver arrived at the gate right on time, and we were out of LAX in a rental car within minutes (that’s never happened to me coming into LAX, ever…) and we found ourselves with some time to kill on our first day in LA. Charlotte has never really been around LA (even though we were married there, we didn’t have much time after the nuptials to for me to show her around the old stomping grounds), so we made our first day a date on the ol’ megalopolis.

We took a breathtaking stroll through the Huntington Library and Gardens, which happened to have a photographic history of Los Angeles on show (quite appropraite, I thought), and that night we had the best meal of our entire lives at Carousel, my favorite restaurant of all time from when I lived in Glendale. It’s as authentic Mediterranean/ Lebanese fare as you’ll ever find (and I’ve tried), and we dined and talked and drank and laughed like we hadn’t done since before we had kids.

Later that night, with quadruple-boiled Armenian coffee coursing through my veins, we flew back to our hotel at the usual breakneck speeds of the 101. While dodging BMW and Bentley drivers who seemingly couldn’t care less if I was next to them on the road, I would gaze over at my beautiful wife as she sat in the passenger seat, silhouetted against the shimmering, dizzying backdrop of the city lights. And for the first time in the five long years since I’d left LA, I felt a long-forgotten sensation as a memory of this perfect night suddenly formed and settled-in amongst the negative mental rubbish of my former life in LA.

I fell asleep that night remembering that I’d felt the same way on our honeymoon night in the Renaissance Hotel in Hollywood. Charlotte represents everything that is right and good in my life, and by beginning my life anew through our marriage in LA, we had unknowingly begun some kind of cathartic recovery process of my memories from those darker LA days.

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Please click the photo or follow the link to view Lisa and Jason’s Estes Park wedding.

To the outside world, I seem like a strong, confident man. A rare specimen of talent and testosterone, (if I say so myself).

But secretly, I have a debilitating fear that haunts me to my very core. The mere thought of it has sent thoughts of dread and self-doubt coursing through my being. What is this haunting fear, you ask?

It’s photographing a wedding without Charlotte: my fearless leader, my guide, my muse and the one who yells at me when the clients aren’t around (it helps her deal with stress… I hope). She is my other half, both in terms of my life and as a wedding photographer. We’ve become like one joined mind out there in the field; We can cover each others’ shots with perfectly complimentary angles without speaking a word because we know each other’s style and habits. We just know what is being covered (and how) simply by where we’re standing, how we’re posed for the shot, and by how much sweat is beading out on our foreheads.

I’ve only photographed one other wedding without my faithful Charlotte (and it went very well, by the way), but Lisa and Jason’s wedding was still looming like a dark cloud on the horizon.

So where was my fearless leader, my muse on this day?

Slacking off without a camera for most of the day. Instead, she was grasping a bouquet of perfect flowers and looking resplendent in her navy blue bridesmaid dress as she fulfilled her solemn duty of Matron of Honor. That’s right: she was carrying Lisa’s train, holding flowers, and generally just looking stunning. She did shoot when she could, but for the vast majority of the day, she was but a member of the wedding party.

You see, Lisa is Charlotte’s best friend. They were best friends in Iowa, and when Charlotte moved out to Colorado, Lisa was right behind. In fact, we were all roommates when Charlotte and I were starting this whole marriage/business/family thing. My kids even call her Aunt Lisa. And I call her a pain in the butt.

I don’t have any sisters, and Lisa has become like a sister to me. Yes, in the loving, I’d-do-anything-for-you sibling way, but also in the you-annoy-me-to-death kind of sibling way.

As “roommate” Lisa, she was there for all the trials and tribulations of young love, engagement, early marriage, business start-up, and she often was known to have an opinion or two about the aforementioned drama. Like I asked for any. I’m not saying her opinions were wrong, (they were mostly right for that matter), it’s just that when you’re fighting with your new wife about the logo design of your 1st website, I don’t necessarily need to be double-teamed (although, I am a force of nature unto myself, so Charlotte does need all of the help she can get…)

And that’s how it went for about a year until Lisa (finally) moved out, and shortly there after met this guy: Jason.

Now, don’t get me wrong: for all of our squabbling, Lisa is a rock in my life, and I’m indebted to her for all that she’s done for me and my family. So, let’s just say, I’ve always been a little critical of the guys she’s dated, much like the role of an older brother (but she’s older… much older).

Then, out of the blue, this Jason guy shows up. At first I was nice and cordial, but I’ve been known to ask a probing question or ten, and very quickly I came to realize this Jason guy was really something. From honest, hardworking Minnesota stock, he seemed to embody everything Lisa wanted in a husband, including a huge competitive drive and a penchant for bar related activities (as anyone who has been whipped by the dynamic duo at Good Company’s beer pong tournament can attest)!

Jason and I became fast friends. We lean on each other when trying to deal with these two women, and now I have back-up in some of the squabbles between Char and I, and I don’t hesitate to give an opinion or two to Lisa when she and Jason have some spats. Ahhhh, payback is sweet!

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Please click the photo or the link to view Stephanie and Devin’s wedding at the First United Methodist Church and Tre Luna.

Once upon a time in the Springs, there was this seemingly mystical restaurant that served as a cosmic junction of romantic fate for an entire family. It was Devin’s family’s restaurant (The Hungry Farmer?), and it was through their time working at this family owned restaurant that Devin’s older sister, Jessica, crossed paths with her future husband, Darius. Years ago, when it came time for Jess and Darius’ wedding bells, they chose Trystan Photography. A blast was had by all, they loved their photos, and all of us have kept in touch in the years since.

Fast forward to ‘07, Jessica’s brother, Devin, asks his longtime girl, Stephanie (who he met through the restaurant , too), to marry him. Now, as far as Stephanie’s family were concerned, they had no prior relationship with us, but our relationship with the Heitzmann’s was so strong and their praise so effervescent, Stephanie did not hesitate to book with us for her June 2008 wedding as well!

This was our first “return family”. I can’t tell you how amazingly easy and fun it is to work with an entire family again. Everybody was familiar with us, how we work, the personal relationships were already in place and we know half of everyone there (our past blushing bride Jessica was the Matron of Honor!).

I mean, weddings are already a very personal experience. As wedding photographers, we are truly honored with the responsibility to faithfully record these amazing events in couples’ lives, but to have that responsibility bestowed upon us, again, by the the same family is utterly astounding ( and very flattering, I might add)!

Stephanie and Devin’s First United Methodist Church wedding was grand and splendid, but still had such an atmosphere of (PARTY!) fun, that it had no hint of stuffy formality throughout the entire day. (If you’re a dedicated reader of our blog, you may start noticing a pattern developing in regard to the vibe of our latest weddings, and that’s on purpose: we purposefully seek out fun loving couples as part of our interview process…)

Stephanie was, bar-none, one of the most energetic, laughing, goof-around, sexy brides we’ve ever had! She even convinced Char to do a impromptu bridal boudoir session while she was getting ready (sorry folks, no samples available of that…). Her zeal for the day was simply unwavering, and it was irresistibly infectious.

Their reception was held as the art-deco, always hip, (and this time very packed), Tre Luna in downtown Colorado Springs. It’s one of the more unique venues in the Springs, with an almost multiple personality of frontier (stamped tin ceilings and stucco walls with exposed brick) meets modern art-deco (arches and pillars,and paintings of zoot-suited fellas and flapper girls abound) combined with swanky night club (dramatic lighting, brushed steel accents, and a swank upper level for lounging). It’s always a cool venue, and the fact that it’s right down the street from the First UMC is a bonus!

So back to The Hungry Farmer(?, I can’t remember the exact name…), now defunct: How cool is it that through this one commonality in all of these peoples’ lives, all of their families and fates intersected in ways they never could have predicted! The restaurant may be closed now, but it’s legacy remarkably lives on in the lives of Jessica, Darius, Devin and Stephanie.

Charlotte and I are grateful to all of you for choosing us for your wedding photography. Your weddings have truly been a blast.

By the way, Jess and Devin’s mom, Kristen Heitzmann is a prolific author. If you like romantic suspense, (or suspenseful romance… I think that’s what Char and I have…), written from a faith based perspective, then you should definitely check out her books!

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If you’re a groom, weddings are stressful enough.

You know full well that the woman you choose to marry is a very important decision. In fact, it may be the most important decision of your entire life. And as the ceremony draws closer, you know that the words you are about to say not only are a solemn promise to your beloved bride, but you are in fact making a covenant before God Himself. Never before in your entire life have you made a commitment like this…

Grooms have it tough, right?

Now, imagine if the pastor who is marrying you two was not only God’s representative, but also your bride’s FATHER!!!

That’s where Will found himself the day he married LaTonya. Now,  it’s not that he didn’t know Rev. Williams (head pastor of King Solomon Baptist Church) would be their officiant, I simply mean that no man knows what it must feel like to say those very important vows of commitment like those men who have said them before pastors who were also the bride’s dad!

It might just be me, but I think that would add a whole new level of stress to the day. Let’s be honest  here: the sit downs during the dating / engagement phase are bad enough (… “just what are your intentions with my daughter?”), but to actually have her dad staring you in the eyes as he asks you not only as her dad, but also as a man of the cloth, “… ’til death do you part?”

Will did great, though. Truly a pillar of strength. (And I literally mean, a “pillar”. He was a tower of a man.) He was unshakable, fun, and showed no outward signs of stress throughout the day. But still, I can’t imagine…

LaTonya’s planning was impeccable. Her friends and family were joyous and full of life. But the reception…

…was outstanding! Will and LaTonya both started off their dances with Mom/Dad with a slow dance, soft and sincere. But about halfway through the music picked up and they both broke loose with mom and dad!

Then to top it off, the entire wedding party formed a dance “tunnel” on the dance floor, a la “Solid Gold”, and each took turns showing their moves. I nearly jumped in for a turn myself! (It’s a little known fact that my hulking 6′4″ 280lb. frame can actually cut quite a rug with such signature moves as the “Sending a Fax”, and “Starting the Lawnmower”.) Fortunately, Charlotte saw that tell-tale excited look in my eye and stopped me before I could throw down my equipment and embarrass myself beyond redemption.

Thank you Will and LaTonya. It was an honor and a privilege to be chosen to capture your special day!