I’ve been a wedding photographer for nearly five years now and I’ve had a pretty awesome, fun, and adventurous time. Traveling more than I did during my years before photography and a good bit more traveling for the year ahead – I had a nagging feeling that things wouldn’t get much more interesting. How could they? Everything’s great and crazy and great. Like usual.
And then I met Zeke a few weeks ago.
If you follow me on Instagram then you may have seen a photo I posted a few weeks ago. A batch of the best coffee I’ve ever had. Hands down. No contest. (Considering the volume of coffee I drink, I like to think I have a fair amount of coffee experience/knowledge.) And I bought it from the trunk of a car in the old Cabbagetown neighborhood here in Atlanta. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to find him again and the small batch had run out pretty fast.
And then this past weekend while on the way to photograph a wedding – Zeke just shows up in front of me, sits down, grasping a coffee cup with dirt encrusted hands. For some reason it was unexpected but for some reason I wasn’t surprised – and in the end, I knew I was getting another batch of his coffee.
I also photographed a wedding that day.
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