Location: AirBnB ― 43rd Avenue Southwest, Vashon, WA 98070
I’ve learned at least one thing over my years in photography, sometimes shit is just going to hit the fan. No matter how long you plan, prep, and go through the motions to make everything flawless – life isn’t always perfect. It’s never going to be. I’ve also learned that these are almost always the most rewarding moments…
If you live in Seattle, you might remember that crazy wind storm we had about a month and a half ago – well, that was the day of dear Stella’s shoot. She woke up to no power at her Vashon location; and to a text from me explaining that I had missed my ferry due to an inane miscalculation, and I was not so patiently waiting an hour for the next one. I arrived to a pitch black island and what looked like the apocalypse had just hit; and I was about to drive through it. I’m not gonna lie, I was kinda stoked because I. love. adventures. As I drove through in my new subie, I wiggled around various road blockages that they hadn’t been able to clear yet, happily spending much more of my drive in the oncoming traffic lane. It was a blast. And then I hit a rock. And it sucked. I refused to look at it until after the shoot and never mentioned it to the girls. Because you know what? I was too busy laughing. Laughing at the fan. Laughing at the shit. Laughing as it hit.
I left Stella’s shoot thinking, “that was incredible”. I had chills almost the whole way through. Her energy is incredible and she seemed to move in unison with my thoughts. It was unreal. Thank you Stella, for being a muse, for being so open, for being strong, generous, and forgiving. Thank you for laughing at the fan. Laughing at the shit.
And for laughing as it hit.