I was able to spend four days in the Colorado Mountains for the wedding of Becky and Ryan over July 4th weekend, 2010. Thirty minutes after landing in Denver I was in love; ready to cancel my return flight home. It was THAT beautiful.
How I know Becky and Ryan goes something like this: Becky, who happened to my apartment neighbor in Gainesville, met Ryan, who also happened to be my apartment neighbor, who happened to be my cousin's good friend, who ALSO happened to be my apartment neighbor. My cousin introduced me to Ryan, who started dating Becky, who inevitably asked me to be their wedding photographer in the out-of-this-world-beautiful Granby, CO. They rented a two story, 15+ person cabin way up in the mountains that overlooked a deep valley (which I used for photos of the B&G after the reception) for the wedding party, friends and the wedding photographer (me!) to stay in.
Becky and Ryan are the type of people most people want to know. They are all about fitness (they just opened a gym together, to make my point), positive attitudes and living life to the absolute fullest. Their wedding was rustic and romantic and yet maintained a very simple, it-all-just-sort-of-came-together feel. I loved every bit of it. Once we stepped off the plane and into the cool, dry mountain air of Colorado from Florida (which at the time was 98 degrees with 100% humidity), I felt like I had just won a prize... and felt that way for the majority of the trip. So here is a little taste ...hopefully as good as a piping white chocolate latte in 60 degree weather on 4th of July Weekend.
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| The bride wore cowboy boots most of the trip and even throw them on for a few of photos in her dress! |
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| I'm still so taken back my these ivory beaded shoes, embroidered with elegant pink flowers. These were Becky's Grandmother's shoes, who also wore them on her wedding day. Does it get any sweeter than that? |
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| One of my favorite wedding moments: That second when a bride looks in the mirror and realizes that it's really about to happen. After months of tireless planning, she is just moments from walking down the isle. |
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