It’s weird, you know. How things work out, that is.
I really wanted to do an engagement session on a farm. Then all of the sudden I got one.
But fate wasn’t done because not long after that, along comes Carla and Chad.
Turns out Carla’s parents own a farm in Burchard, Nebraska, about an hour or so away from Lincoln. Would I be willing to drive out there for their engagement session?
To shoot on another farm?
So we meet up in early September. It’s not too hot. Not too humid. This time, instead of mosquitoes the size of Buicks, we just had an actual old Buick.
Carla and Chad, despite professing nervousness in front of the camera, act like old pros.
I lose a lens cap. And then randomly find it in the grass later.
All in all, it was a good day.
Still with me?
So you know those post-credit scenes that are mandatory for every comic book movie now? Yeah. This is kind of like that.
What happened was I finished for the day. Driving home and starving. Sun is going down. The sky has that “look.” If you live in Nebraska, you know what I’m talking about.
It’s gonna be one of those sunsets.
To paraphrase The Cars, should I stop or should I go?
Come on. If you know me, you know I stop. My empty stomach can wait. There are photos to be taken!
Kind of wish you guys could have seen me. Pulled over to the side of the road. Standing on TOP of my truck, with the tripod. Snapping away like I don’t care. Because I don’t.
Here you go…