March Fuji Photo Journey Part 2!
The Matchbook | 4.24.26
Oof, as mentioned, March was so chockablock that I couldn’t fit all of my favorite little snippets into one Fuji Roundup post! So dear ones, we’re back for Part 2 of the March that was, the month and all it held.
Last I left you, we were at Sarah getting ready to photograph what is absolutely, positively, the rainiest, wettest, most insanely gorgeous Bespoke Elopement of all time.
Quite simply, IT POURED ALL DAY. Alana and Jake were drenched to the very bone, as were we, but the images were just beyond beautiful. I’ll pop a few below for those who want a very, very brief flavor of them!
Onward to the images of the rest of March!
Click on the first and it’ll let you see them bigger and scroll through each one :)
We returned from our Cannon Beach adventure to a March filled with the most unbelievably inconsistent weather I think we’ve ever had. It’d be 70 degrees one day, then 30 the next, bright sun and stunning clouds, then high winds and even, as you can see, massive snowfalls that had me shoveling 9 times in 15 hours. We did our best to navigate it with grace. We captured bird prints in snowfall, the shadow of snow falling from our pine trees, sunsets galore, and the strange way blue skies look behind bright white on green trees.
Then, oh baby then, Addie had 4 friends over on Prom night to get ready ALL day long, which man, I didn’t realize just how big a deal it’s gotten haha. Sarah made the most ridiculous charcuterie board I’ve ever seen using tips we learned from our friends who own a catering company in Ireland (Hello salami roses! hahaha) and it went off like she was basically a genius. Which she is. Duh.
Prom was amazing, the girls seemed to have had a splendid time, everyone looked amazing, and Sarah got emotional. Shocking turn of events on that one. :) The next day, we were so excited that our dear friend Gilly BERTO was home from Cal Poly for Spring Break so we got to hang out and hike and even see a sign that said GOLDEN RETRIEVER PUPPIES in a parking lot. Clearly we stopped, held and snuggled them, and really really wanted to come home with one. Alas, Gilly (the dog) would have been sad and pouty, so we did not. The week that was wrapped up with a drive to Missoula, where I went to college, to watch Henry run in his very first collegiate track and field meet. He ran the 1500 smokin’ fast, well under 4 minutes, and that kinda speed just blows my socks off. I could never. Would never. But still, awe.
The March of Strangest Weather ended with what most months here do, jaw-dropping, breathtaking sunsets of all kinds and calibers. We get it all here, and not a day goes by that we don’t feel monumentally lucky.
I adore the little details of a little life, the feathers left on wet ground, the moon peaking out behind them. The storms in the far off valley, the ravens that play in the failing light. I love this life, and I am so blown away by all the spectacular beauty that hides inside it.
I hope you are too, and if you’re not, I hope you reach out and I’ll try my best to help you find it again.
I love you all.
Be good.
