As I drove up the winding mountain roads, the rain beat down heavy upon my windshield. Just like a heart beat, the windshield wipers consistently wiping back and forth, back and forth, steady like love and always keeping your vision straight.
We knew that there would be rain, but Christine said “We love the rain. It will be an adventure.” So we hit the road and white knuckled our way up to Kenosha Pass to catch the turning of the Aspens in fall.
We arrived at an empty, muddy trail. Christine got out of the car wearing maroon skinny jeans, a fabulous trench coat, and kitten pumps.
“I forgot my hiking boots at the door.” She said with a giggle. I admire a girl who isn’t afraid of ruining a good pair of heels for a photo. But I knew she’d be cold, it was only about 39 degrees outside, so we got straight to photographing while the rain was holding.
The leaves were bright yellow against the gray sky and the fog was rolling in over the mountains. We strolled through an abundance of Aspens, as Christine and Marshail held one another close to keep warm. There was just enough time to capture what I needed to tell the story of their love, until the rain became heavy. As soon as it did, Marshail let out a laugh taking Christine by the hand and beginning to dance the few steps he could remember from the dance class they took, knowing that if she’s in his arms that will be enough for their first dance.
Just like Colorado, it began to hail and we took cover in a near by patch of trees. Christine and Marshail huddled under their umbrella, while I checked my gear. They say it’s waterproof so I wasn’t too worried, as I wrapped the cameras in plastic casing, just in case.
Once the hail had stopped, we made our way back to the cars, agreeing to reschedule another hour on a sunnier day. But on the way back, I couldn’t help but stop the two a couple more times to capture a few more images. There were so many little hidden moments in our adventure, like stolen kisses and raindrops on aspen leaves. The lens of my camera began to fog up, mimicking the fog around us. And despite the rain, despite the cold, there was something so magical about being here with these two and their love.
In making these images I was reminded of my passion for telling love stories.
That Love is adventure and adventure is love.