i remember things in blips and moments, scenes and frames.
ferry to a foggy island. my friend & second shooter, stephanie claire, playing her guitar. a sunrise glow through log cabin vintage curtains. kristi and brendan—warm souls, adorably and irretrievably in love. their friends & family with so much heart. and the rain followed by the sun and boats and swimming and docks by midnight and fireworks lighting up the post holiday skies to a folksy blues soundtrack. magic, love, escape.
and as vladimir nabokov said, "the rest is just rust and stardust."