Chip Gallagher passed away in Quito, Ecuador on Saturday April 16th, just days before he would see his only daughter, Kelcy, marry Gustavo - the man she loved. This is the story of the wedding and the funeral, the one after the other and how they so strangely intertwined themselves together. // FULL FILM IS ON THE BLOG 📽 (linked in bio)
Watching Kelcy's five brothers walk her down the aisle and give her away in place of her dad was both incredibly beautiful and grievous at the same time. Joy and grief lived in total fullness side by side at this wedding and it was unlike anything I've experienced before. // Come back later today to see this full film on the blog. 📽
The first time I met Gus was on the day of his wedding. A native Ecuadorian, he only spoke Spanish and had to rely on his soon to be wife, Kelcy, for all translation. I really wanted to hear what he had to say about Kelcy and their wedding day for myself, without her around. So, I asked a friend to translate questions for me to ask him while he was getting ready. I had no idea what he was saying the whole time he spoke to me, but I could tell in my spirit that his words were sincere and his message was beautiful. That one sided conversation was one of the most special experiences to me. // This full film is coming to the blog tomorrow 📽
Finally ready to share this wedding film about a dear friend of mine. Coming to the blog later this week //
One from tonight with sweet sweet Erika & Grady.
A L A S K A // the only place where people are jolly good to dance on an open deck in the rain just to hear the sweet sweet sounds of the most alaskan band you've ever seen. I've lived in Alaska for twelve years now and yesterday was my first time ever in Hope. It made me love living here even just a bit more than I did before.
I met Jordan and Kyleigh Webb years ago and asked if I could photograph them in the summer rain around the streets of my old neighborhood. Over the past three years, I've made a narrative film about their life, documented the birth of their newest son, and just days ago got the sweet treat of photographing every member of Webb and Co. Their smilin' crew fills up and entire swing set (and then some) and it filled my heart with so much happiness to photograph these dear friends of mine once again.
This summer was difficult in a lot of ways and wonderful in so many other ways. I shot so many weddings I loved, made it outside on the lovely days, went to camp, napped on the couch, got to know God more, danced A LOT, and pet Hazel the dog 1000x over. I also spent a lot of my days feeling anxious, feeling like God was against me, feeling overcome by self doubt, feeling tired and lonely in my work, all with a decent helping cry time thrown in there. These are just the daily seconds I picked out to remember for myself, to revel in the small daily delights that I encountered often without even knowing it at the time. The little tiny triggers that help me remember the progression of my days, and the state of my heart and mind amidst them.
I love the way she looked at her little boy Ransom, with the softest most beautiful upturn in the corner of her lips.
My uncle Paul was my favorite of all my dad's brothers. He was probably the grouchiest man I've ever known. He had a crunchy exterior and a marshmallow heart. He was a hay baling, shot gun shooting, fireworks off the back porch, John Deere loving country boy and I loved him very much. I took these photos of him three years ago at Christmas and only just got around to editing them after he passed away a week and a half ago. I'm grateful to have them now to remember him the way I always saw him.