Whimsical Wonderland
I woke up feeling adventurous, inspired and knew what I wanted to shoot. I WISH everyday was as easy as this day was. Lauren was the best model and didn't complain while being barefoot in the cold (It's Florida, so I know it's not THAT cold here, but it feels really freaking cold to us). Anyways after shooting in the forest, we followed a trail that led to a gorgeous field of dancing gold plants. The butterscotch vibes were enough to inspire me once again. Just when you think you can't have anymore fun being creative, you find an even more magical spot. There was this awesome old pier that was almost twisted sideways. Not the easiest to walk on or under. We trudged under the pier and I lot my flip flops a few times. BUT we came out at a hidden beach. It seems like hidden beaches don't exist anymore because we live in a beachy tourist town, but here it was gorgeous and hardly bothered. Between the driftwood and quiet of this secret spot I was in photo heaven. Long story short.... the best adventures makes the best photos.
Reading your whimsical wonderland piece instantly whisked me back to a rainy Saturday in my hometown when I stumbled upon an abandoned greenhouse hidden behind a row of oak trees. The glass panes were speckled with droplets, and inside, vines curled around rusted garden tools, while a single, stubborn sunflower pushed through the cracked floor, its bright face defiantly chasing the dim light. I remember slipping off my shoes, feeling the cool, damp earth under my feet, and letting the scent of moss and fresh rain fill my lungs. It felt like stepping into a secret world that existed parallel to the ordinary street I walked every day. That moment reminded me how easily we overlook the magic tucked into…