Heather & Danny love the Methow Valley, so it was an easy decision for them to get married there. Their families came from all over — some of them drove across the country — to celebrate Heather & Danny’s sweet wedding day.
What a day. Actually, what a weekend. Heather & Danny’s families and friends came up to the Methow for the weekend, staying at the Spring Creek Ranch, their venue, camping in Mazama, or at other little places throughout Winthrop. They had a laid back wedding, with a small ceremony in front of the willow tree, and an afternoon filled with board games, laughter, and joy.
Congratulations again, Heather & Danny. Thank you for having me along to celebrate in your wedding weekend. Thank you for being such wonderful people, and I wish you all the best in your latest adventures! <3
Venue: Spring Creek Ranch // Caterer: Arrowleaf Bistro // Heather’s Dress: Vintage // DJ: Cousin // Stationary: Friends
A few months ago, I applied for a photography job. One that includes crazy amounts of travel and photography, one that was perfect for me because it combines the two things I love most — photographing life changing moments and travel it was my dream job. It took me months to even get the courage to apply. It got to the point where H would ask me every day if I’d applied. I finally did, in late May. In the minutes (and hours) after I applied, I wavered between feeling so excited I was over the moon, and wanting to puke I was so nervous. This job was amazing. This job would change our lives.
I put it out of my mind. It could be months before they made a decision. But it was perfection. This job was meant for me! I went to WDS, I heard Tess Vigeland speak. I almost cried because every word of what she said resonated with me. And then, in mid-July, I got an email. They wanted to do an interview. This, in itself, was amazing. These positions are so coveted that, on average, over 1,000 people apply to each one. And I got an interview.
I did the phone interview (the job was long distance). We’d just moved to Spokane. I literally sat on the floor, surrounded by packing boxes, talking to someone 3,000 miles away.
And then I waited. And waited. And waited some more. Until I found out I didn’t get the job.
Rejection. That sting never gets old.
But it was okay. Because I took a chance. If I hadn’t applied, then I never would have gotten the interview. And even though I didn’t get it, I did get the satisfaction of knowing they liked my work enough to call me. They thought I might be a good fit. The past year has been about taking chances. The next year will be about taking chances. And the year after that.
I wrote this post LAST AUGUST. As in, 2013. And I was going to add something to it, because it’s been lost in my drafts folder for over a year, but then I realized, it’s good. So here’s a film photo. Because chances.