Photographing Ambler & Ben’s Sacred Day at The Farm at Putah Creek was an absolute pleasure. Ambler is one of my oldest and dearest friends. I have always admired her work ethic, her relationship with her (fabulous) family and her genuine, caring spirit. Ben is cool, too. (Really, though, I adore him. So does my dog, Stella.)
Before I get to sounding too Hallmark, let me say that The Maugerstein Wedding (a hybrid of their last names) was the hottest wedding I’ve ever shot. The weather in the Valley hovered around 105 all afternoon and I was working on a badly sprained ankle. A recipe for misery? Not this time. Nothing in the world could have distracted from all the love and joy of this union. I swear I am not exaggerating. It was an absolute honor and pleasure to be asked to capture Ben & Ambler’s Sacred Day. I would do it a hundred times over given the chance.
Once my three hours shooting time was up, I morphed into a wedding guest. Awesome! I got to eat and dance the night away with friends and family from all over the world. At the end of the night, after the band packed up to go, they served (absolutely, positively, delectable) home made French onion soup around a bonfire. Perfection. (I ate three bowls.) At the end of the end of the night all the wedding guests piled into busses to go back to their hotels in Davis… who jumped in the car to hitch a ride with me? Why, the Bride & Groom, of course. Perfect.
the beautiful bride
the gorgeous couple
Did I mention the food was to DIE for? Cause it was.
1am and piled in the back of my little Jetta. Love it!
Ok, so. I pretty much always drink the same thing at work: a triple small iced Americano, half water, with one pump of simple syrup and a splash of half and half. It’s delicious. Its rich, smooth, very strong (Basically, it’s equal parts water and espresso with a touch of cream and sugar) and, apparently, looks really good.
The other day when I was headed out with my drink to sit with a friend for my lunch break one of the regulars stopped me to comment on how good my drink looked and ask me what it was. I told him, and told him that it was amazing and that he should try it. He said next time he came in I should make it for him. I said ok then promptly forgot this ever happened.
About a week later (so, the other day) he came in, I mistook him for another guy (I thought he was Medium Non-fat Latte, where in fact he is Medium Extra Foamy Latte) and embarrassed myself. Then he reminded me that I was going to make him my drink. So I did.
While I made the drink I warned him that it was so good it would change his life (a phrase I use all too often). So he picks it up, gives it a stir and starts to walk away…
…then he turned around and, in all seriousness, said “If you’re going to change my life, I need to know your name.”
At right: The beverage in question, now to be called The Life Changer. Coming soon to a coffee menu near you.