Kate + John: Bayside Bowl

Sometimes in my day-to-day life, I end up in a bright, beautiful space and find myself daydreaming about one day shooting a wedding there. Remembering multiple evenings spent daydreaming high up on the roof deck of Bayside Bowl in Portland, I finally found myself there with Kate, John, their friends and family a few weeks back.

Kate and John are two of the most calm, cool and collected people you will ever meet. You can only imagine how genuinely fun and loving their day was high in the clouds with a taco truck and their two dogs, Martha and Baxter.

On Saturday morning, some of their friends and family geared up to meet them for an early morning work-out. I stopped by to capture and left feeling energized from all of the love that filled that space and ready for the beautiful day ahead.

As Kate spent time getting ready in South Portland, John and his buds headed over to the Bling Pig Barber Shop downtown for some good old r&r. After a simple and sweet first look overlooking the Eastern Prom, they headed to the rooftop to await one of the best moment in their life. The colors, the speeches, the tears, the intimate details….it was perfect. As the ceremony closed, guests drank cocktails, listened to music, ate tacos and made their way to bowl the night away. 

Days like these are why I continue to photograph love. Thank you, Kate and John, for simply being you and creating such a spectacular day!

All Hail Salem!

Ohhhhhh Salem, you little (literal?) devil. Sweet and scary treasures as far as the eye can see-a truly spooky spectacle.

Arriving in Salem on a cold, blustery day seems fitting and let me tell you, it was. Ryan and I basically only had two must-see destinations: that ol’ witch house and the Hocus Pocus House (that one was all me). If you know me well, you know I keep Halloween running 24/7 in my house. It took all my might not to drain my bank account on weird bones and creepy posters. Anywayyyyys, we had a grand spooky time and I have the pictures to prove it!! 

Away we go, to Grand Isle + Stowe

A few weeks back Ryan and I wandered down to Vermont to live small in our well-loved tent for a week on Grand Isle, VT. We splurged on a hotel for the last night in Stowe (something I beg for every camping vacation) which turned out to be a magical Swiss chalet paradise.

We’ve been to Grand Isle a few times before but every time feels like a completely new experience. (Except for the multiple trips to Al’s French Fries. Creemee anyone?!) Our friend’s Mat and Amy joined us for the first two nights then spent the following days exploring lakes, small towns, a harvest moon and new campfire meals. 

My photos, unsurprisingly, turned out to be a love letter to The Stowehof, our random Swiss hcalet find. I swear you can feel the magic hidden in the walls of this majestic building.

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