When the concept started forming, I wasn't quite sure how I would execute it. I knew it wouldn't be wedding-related, and that in of itself made me feel like a fish out of water! When the shoot happened, I freaked out in excitement. When the photos were edited, I freaked out again... but not necessarily in the good way. I froze. How was I going to present these photos? How would I adequately tell my most beloved story? Writer's block pummeled me. Badly. And then I just shelved the photos. There they sat on my desktop, reminding me of my stubborn idea of perfection.
Well, you see that it is now late May. And I'm not sure what happened, but a trigger just went off. "You don't need words." Here I planned I would write this eloquently poetic story... and then the big ole crazy NOPE happened.
So here I am... taking a deep breath, posting these without the written story I had planned, letting go, and allowing the images to breathe life into the myth retold.
Taylor Lyons was the absolute perfect Psyche for me... and so the biggest show of appreciation goes out to her. The retelling would be no retelling without her! And of course, many thanks go to Liz of Veil Studios for her hair and makeup magic and my awesome bride-turned-friend Jenn who found us the perfect cotton field.
Chelsea, this shoot inspires me every time I see it! Just so you know! :)
ReplyDeleteAww, thank you so much, Ashe! <3 That means a lot!
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