Okay so I'm way late with this... YOU CAUGHT ME! But better late than never... right?
A couple months ago (April) Indigo and I teamed up for our second shoot... totally on a whim. I had been struggling to find inspiration and didn't even know if she would be home from college but I knew I needed to just get out and shoot. To my pleasure not only was Indigo available but she appeared to be as in need (and excited for) a good photography session as I was.
Then the morning came. Rainy is an understatement. The air was freezing and the wind strong, causing tree branches to tremble and the rain drops to torpedo against any object in their way. I had woken up early by chance but already felt the urge to just be in bed for the rest of the day, possibly week. I probably would have too if my friend hadn't urged me to pick him up and bring him to a local coffee shop (where he then bought me the best breakfast sandwich I'd ever had).
The rain got worse throughout the morning and neither Indigo or I were all that motivated. She pointed out that driving was bad and I was optimistic that rescheduling would be best. But then something changed. Indigo last minute proposed the idea to shoot right in the old port. I was a mess, didn't have clean clothes, and really wasn't feeling ready to shoot but we did it. I hopped into Indigo's car and we were laughing right off the bat. We talked and talked, the rain seeming to make our sad stories a bit lighter.
We found parking, struggled to pay the meter, and then upon eating some delicious Elevation Burger, we went into the rain and (excuse my french) fucking danced. Here are a few pictures to prove it!
Moral of the story is this: dance in the rain.
Life hits you hard sometimes, or sometimes it doesn't seem to be there at all. It's in these times that it is easiest to get back in bed or to allow yourself to be crushed under the weight of of it all. It's also these times however, that it is most important to push yourself out the door and conquer the storm. It won't do any harm,
