Coco and Nick celebrated their union in perfect Kentucky style. Though he is from the land of Wisconsin and she is from that far away land they call California, the couple chose the bluegrass state to make their love solid. Coco and Nick both were brought here by the equine industry. It’s only natural a love for horses would draw them together. They’d originally had planned using their two horses, Dream and Bill, in the ceremony. An unfortunate accident left Dream with only one eye. Being concerned for her safety, they opted not to have her or Bill join the festivities. I don’t blame them at all.
The ceremony and reception were lovely; an intimate affair with 14 family members. Outdoors, under a canopy of trees at the west end of Shaker Village. Trailing rock fences, board fences, ancient building and grassy meadows served as a beautifully decorated backdrop to their union. The sounds of the hills could be heard from a bluegrass band, Shades of Grass. As usual the chef at Shaker Village served up a delicious dish containing potatoes and asparagus fresh from the garden. The Sugar Forest created the most mouth-watering confection around- a 3-tiered cake. Local honey and miniature Maker’s Mark bottles were set as favors.
A small wedding but the quality of atmosphere and enjoyment by all was immense! Coco and Nick are two of the nicest, down home people around. They come from wonderful families. Many congrats and thank you for inviting me to be apart of it!
Hair spray, curling irons, lengthy false lashes, tulle, silk, colorful flowers, high heels, brides, grooms- those are the shoots I’m most known for. Not today. Thick mud, rushing creek water, fish, turtles, rocks, science students: that was the recipe of my shoot this morning. If it involves the outdoors, count me in. Count me twice if a body of water is involved. I’ve been on an assignment for Asbury University to shoot the 2 weeks of academic summer camps called Impact U. Equine, Film, Theater, Visual Arts, Adventure, Biology, Music, Creative Writing and Worship Arts are the featured week-long camps.
This morning I found myself donning waders <insert girly squeals of excitement> to photograph the biology camp shocking fish in Hickman Creek. Exploring creeks is one of my all-time favorite things to do. When I was a little girl I was always back playing in the creek behind our house. There are just so many treasures to find!! Crawfish, worms, fish, turtles, fossils…
Waders are a welcomed and nice change to black dress pants, nice shirt and hot rolled hair. It’s not that waders are “oh so comfortable” or “oh so good-looking.” Waterproof is great but that means air proof so sweat rolls down your legs and back. However, they’re like stepping into a vehicle on a one-way trip to adventure. Variety is the spice of life. Well, my life anyway:)
Variety. Some say it’s the spice of life. I completely agree. Too many people find their identity in one thing- their career, their family, their hobby, etc. I like to be
It’s strange how things happen. We didn’t plan on seeing him again. After all, he had a family already. Let me back up about two years. One morning around the middle of February I was working at my mac– editing, marketing, tutorials, etc. From the second story window in my home office I looked out and saw a dog running around the neighborhood. It wasn’t the usual chicken-terrorizing (and eating) black lab or the dashound/ beagle mix duo waddling about. It looked like what I thought was an Irish Setter. (He’s really a golden retriever; who knew they came in that color?!) Dogs run about often so I didn’t think too much about it.
I usually went to Jazzercise in the late afternoon (after mostly sitting all day I NEED some way to beat the lethargy). That day it was in the 50s so I decided to skip it and went for a walk to get some fresh air. Don’t you know that same red doggy was running around and ran right up to me. He was terribly friendly so I loved on him a while and thought he’d scoot along on his way. Nope. He followed me. I tried to get him to go on his way. Nope. He followed me right to the front steps of the house and wouldn’t leave my side. The sweetest, softest thing, he plopped down right next to me. I sank down on the step wondering what I was going to do. Obviously he belonged to somebody so I couldn’t just leave him to get hit on the road or something. Before I could get stressed trying to figure out what to do with him a bird flew by and that dog was not far behind him! “Guess he’ll find his way home,” I thought.
Back at my desk and about 20 minutes later, I get a text from my mom. It’s a picture of her with that same dog…in the garage! She asked me to come down and see her new friend. (I rent out the upstairs of my parent’s home. We get along well, I get to live in the country, do yard work and have a big garden.) I don’t recall what happened next but he was invited inside where he was the perfect house guest for the next couple days until we could find his owner. In fact he followed each of us around everywhere and if I sat on the floor that dog was instantly laying right next to me with his head in my lap. He was someone’s baby for sure. We called the pound, local vets, kennels and put out notifications on Facebook.
It just so happened that my mom called a vet where the dog’s family’s grandmother works. I also had a friend who saw his picture on Facebook and had a co-worker missing a dog just like him named “Scooby.” Apparently it wasn’t Scooby’s first jailbreak. It was his third. (One more reason to get your dog neutered- they don’t run around so much.
When Darryl, Scooby’s owner, came to the door to claim him the dog came out with tail wagging mightily. After a good hello, Scooby came back and sat at my dad’s feet! We’d have never known it but Scooby was an outside dog 90% of the time. No wonder he loved it at our house so much!
Back to May 2015: Scooby’s family was moving to a new location and wouldn’t have room for him. He needed a new family and ours was the first name to come up. So I guess the rest is history. Or more like a great new beginning for all of us. Here’s to a new road with a golden retriever. It’s so different already!
Scoob is pure sunshine. We could all use a little more sunshine.
Mid-30s and not a cloud in the sky. Breezy but a warm sunshine blazed overhead. Sounds like a great late March day for a bundled up hike or a stroll through the park but an outdoor wedding? At a beautiful location like the Kentucky Horse Park why not?! Alison and Justin decided to brave the chilly temperatures for their long-awaited wedding day and it couldn’t have been more fun! It had rained a couple inches the week of the big day and the typical spot in “the cove” was too muddy. We used that area for a first look and bridal party photos. Then it was off to various locations around the park for photo opps. You just can’t believe how many wonderful places you can take images the park has!
The guests lingered in the heated tent up until the last minute then were ushered to their seats where warm, fuzzy blankets were provided for extra warmth. The nuptials took place in front of the water jump by Rolex stadium. So iconic of Lexington.:)
The reception was decked out with spring flowers from Michler’s, BBQ and cake created by the groom’s sister-in-law formerly of Sweet Serenade. She now uses her caking talent for Sweet Lilu’s in Versailles.