I remember being a guest at these guys' beautiful Tennessee wedding a few years ago. It was pouring buckets in the days before, so much so that I even ran out at the last minute to buy new shoes that could survive an evening outdoors on a waterlogged farm, because it seemed impossible that the rain would let up in time. But it absolutely did--the day of, the sky simply opened up & gave way to a gorgeous sunset. Wouldn't you know it, the day of their session went the same way. Torrential downpour as I walked down to their place from Market Square, but, by the time we needed to head out, the sky had completely calmed.
Though I didn't know her well, I'm told that my great-grandmother, whenever she heard someone complain about the rain, was the kind of person who would remind them that we should be glad for the rain, because without it, the grass & flowers would never grow. I can't think of a better outlook on life, equally pertinent to both the small and larger challenges life likes to throw at us. For this family, at least, the rain always seems to give way to the most beautiful of gardens, and I am so honored to have had the chance to capture even just this tiny part of it.