If I only submersed myself in photography and no other hobbies or interests two things would happen: I’d burn out and be terribly boring at parties. In college I wanted to take metal smithing. Who wouldn’t right?! It just so happened it wasn’t being offered so I took the next best thing: stained glass. Now this wasn’t your granny’s copper foil, crafty stained glass. I learned using zinc and lead came. Think big window panels! The stained glass students were the sole occupants of a former one-room school house, turned art studio. I should the sole STUDENT occupants. On one side of the building was Ardelia’s, the founder of the art program and master stained glass craftsman, studio. It was a building filled with light and colors that danced all over the walls depending on the direction of the sun. It was there that I fell in love with light. That’s not entirely true. I’ve always loved the sunshine and yes, I wear sunscreen.
So before a busy wedding and portrait season begins, I’m building some stained glass panels for my aunt and uncle’s hutch. I’ll show you in snippets.
Some of the essential tools for the precision glass construction takes. It’s not too forgiving when the measurements get off. I try to call upon the Type A person that may be hidden somewhere deep inside me on this part. So far…fail.
You’ll need two copies of the pattern. One to trace glass pieces and the other to arrange on. I nail them both down with horseshoe nails. You’ll see later how important the horseshoe nail is. They aren’t round but flat on the edge.
I have a lot of glass from the Op Shop in Kokomo, IN. The hard part is choosing the right colors for the piece. I’m generally not a fan of the translucent glass but that’s what I need for panels not in direst light.
More to come…
The best part of love isn’t the first flutter of butterflies when she glances at you and smiles. It’s not the anticipation before his lips meet yours for the first time. It’s when you can just sit next to each other and that’s all you really want. You don’t have to do or say anything at all; not the right thing, not the right words. You just know you’re on his mind and she’s holding your heart with all the security and softness of her hands and soul. That right there is the best part.
Many things we just walk by or consider no good anymore. When it loses its shine, newness or apparent usefulness we throw it away. I feel like we do that to people to. This world cares little for the elderly and idolizes youth and being in your 20’s. What an irresponsible, reckless and wondering time for many? What about the wisdom and stories that come with age; the things we see and learn from times gone by. Look at the character and distinguishing things the years bring!
Like these fallen trees I found in the pasture field, there are great lessons to learn. Even taking the time to follow the lines of the bark and explore the dark places with the eyes- its that rest from the troubles of life to imagine something else. What have these trees seen, in the changing seasons, in the moonlight? Packs of prowling coyotes, the birth of calves, heaping snow storms, the development of a nearby subdivision…
Everything can be beautiful. God wastes nothing.
Since winter has decided to evade us this year, I’m posting this December wedding. I just love this couple. So down to earth, so fun:) Here is Genna’s story on how she met Drew and how he proposed.
“Drew and I apparently first met in kindergarten, but didn’t really get to know each other because he transferred to a different school. We met at his 17th birthday party at Jigwater in Richmond Ky. To get to jigwater you have to cross a creek in trucks which make it a great hang out with out the likelihood that cops or parents are going to show up. Drew and I were sitting on the back of a mutual friends truck and started talking. It was dark and I liked the sound of his voice and his opinions, but I couldn’t really see what he looked like. I told him I was hungry and couldn’t imagine using the restroom in the wilderness, so being a nice guy he took me to Wendy’s (Only after I checked with my friend to make sure he wasn’t some crazy guy). Really I just wanted to see if he was as cute as his voice sounded. Luck for me he was. We started dating a week later and have been together ever since for the last 8 years. In hindsight it probably wasn’t that great of an idea to get in a truck with someone I didn’t know that well but it must have been meant to be. Drew has been there for me through everything! High school, nursing school, and now in real life and I don’t know where I would be without him.
The proposal… At the time Drew and I had been dating for 7 years and I had made up my mind that we weren’t ever getting married. So on November 26th 2010 he went and bought a new truck. This wouldn’t be significant except for the fact that I was so angry with him because I thought he was just being selfish. I specifically told him, “great, I guess I am never getting married! I’ll just be your girlfriend forever nothing more” Stupid me didn’t know that he had already bought a ring he just hadn’t asked me to marry him yet. Two days later on November 28th, after living together for two years we had decided to put up our first Christmas tree together. We got a tree, lights, and ornaments from his parent’s house and had also shopped at Lowes for a tree skirt and more ornaments that day. When we got home we both started out stringing the lights and hanging ornaments on the tree together. When we got to the colored ball ornaments Drew offered to put the ornament hangers on if I would put them on the tree. So he asked me if I wanted a silver one and I said yes. Then he asked me if I wanted a blue one and I said yes. Then when I turned around he asked me if I wanted to marry him. I for once had nothing to say. It felt like I just stared at him in disbelief for a very long time. I obviously said yes and then started crying (Which I don’t do). The way he proposed is the reason I used ornaments for our decorations and wanted a Christmas wedding.”
If you love the bluegrass state and would like to see some of it’s finest, some of it’s culture- grab a copy of this magazine. Kentucky Bride has some of Kentucky’s real weddings to view and read about. It’s not just the details of the day but stories from the bride and groom about their road to the alter. Such great little love stories:) I photographed Emily and Daniel’s June wedding at Yew Dell Gardens. It’s featured in the current issue. Thanks again Emily, Daniel and the ladies at Kentucky Bride.