Caroline + Burke - Adventure Engagement Shoot

One of our favorite things about wedding and engagement photography is hearing how our couples met. Without fail, there's always some twist or happy coincidence that brought everything to fruition and Caroline and Burke’s story is no different. A Nashville native, Caroline was attending the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa (Roll Tide!) and Burke had just moved to the area from the great state of Washington. Burke had connected with one of Caroline’s friends online and one night when they decided to meet up, she decided to bring Caroline and another girlfriend along. After a night full of conversation, they could both tell there was something more there but due to various circumstances their inevitable romance would be limited to a vibrant friendship for the next several weeks. Then, late one night after many hangouts and bonding sessions, Burke in a now fateful Facebook message confessed his love and adoration. The rest, as they say, is history.

When they contacted us about shooting their wedding and engagement photos, we jumped at the opportunity. Both are very much into nature and adventuring, so we knew they would be up for something unique that required a little work. After several weeks of less than stellar weather, the rain subsided and the clouds broke giving way to perfect weather for what we had in mind. Early Saturday morning, we met just outside of Kingston Springs and ventured down the beautiful backroads of Tennessee to Narrows of the Harpeth State Park. Caitlin and I had been to the Narrows several times, but neither of us had done a legitimate shoot there before. Needless to say, it was well worth the wait…and the effort! We were all a little sweaty and sore when we wrapped, but these images will last a lifetime and reflect the essence and grandeur of their love.



Jessi + Alessio - Winter Engagement Shoot

I have been meaning to write this blog for several months but life got busy and I failed to do so after sharing the images with this lovely couple, forgetting about it until now. As much as we Tennesseans complain about our cold winters (I know, I know…we have it pretty easy considering), I’m sure in a few weeks when the ridiculous southern heat and humidity are in full swing we’ll miss those blue hued winter days. As for me, when I’m a hot sweaty mess this summer (which in reality is now spring through fall), I’ll be dreaming of Jessi and Alessio’s January snow day session!

Jessi and I first met working on a dramatic Christmas musical (though looking back it was totally a comedy of errors) many years ago and as fate would have it, she is now my step-sister. Though I would never say it to her face (because we always give each other a hard time, especially in regard to our hair similarities), she is probably one of most loving and genuine individuals I know. Not only is she supremely talented on the stage, but she arranges florals like no other.

Alessio hails from Venice, Italy and met Jessi while they were both working in New Orleans, Louisiana. His mother is originally from New Orleans, however, after vacationing in Italy at the age of 21 and meeting his would be father she decided to make the move across the pond. Wanting to see his mother’s birthplace, Alessio made the trip over to the good ole US of A and what was supposed to be a three month trip turned into six months. After returning to Italy that October, he knew he had to return and decided to venture back over to pursue his interests in American film. Then one night something magical happened that would change their lives forever.

Both had been working on the set of ABC’s Astronaut Wives Club for several months as stand-ins and had met everyone on set except for one another. One day, Jessi showed up late to the theatre they were filming at and noticed a name on the set list she hadn’t seen before. “Who is Alessio?” she asked a friend. “You haven’t met Alessio, the Italian Stallion? Oh, you’re going to love him!” her friend replied. When Jessi saw Alessio on set, she went up and introduced herself, but with his limited English he couldn’t say too much. They ended up spending that evening in the theatre getting to know each other and she shared with him her favorite musical, A Light in the Piazza. They watched clips of her favorite song from that show, ‘Passeggiata”, which means “a walk” in Italian. That night as they parted, Alessio asked her if she would like to take a passeggiata with him later that weekend; how could she resist? 

A few days later, on December 5th, they took a walk through New Orleans taking in the Christmas lights and enjoyed an Italian meal - though Alessio was a bit disappointed in our “Italian” food. He would recreate this special moment when he proposed to her two years to the day later, except this time her family and friends would be there to enjoy it with them. Thankfully, I had my camera and a GoPro on hand when I got the call it was happening that day and I was able to throw together a proposal video for them. When our first and only snow day of 2017 hit in January, I gave them an early morning phone call to see if they wanted to brave the cold weather and make even more magic happen - luckily they did and these images are the result!

They now own a floral company here in Nashville called Wildflowers, LLC and if you are in need of any type of floral work you need to look them up! They seriously have some of the most amazing arrangements I've ever seen. Visit there website,, and give them a like on Facebook here!



Hannah + Waylon - Spring Showers Engagement Shoot

I first met Hannah nearly a decade ago while working a show at Pull Tight Players, a small community theatre located in Franklin, TN. At the time, I wanted to pursue a career in acting and we quickly bonded over this shared interest. Hannah was one of the most talented actresses in the Nashville area and was a triple threat - actress, singer, and dancer. If there was a show opening, you could safely bet she was a part of it. We both ventured to New York to follow this dream - she lasted and I didn't. After graduating from the prestigious NYU with a degree in Musical Theatre, she ventured to West Virginia's The Greenbrier, a resort in White Sulphur Springs, where she was a full-time performer. Always looking for another stage, she found Greenbrier Valley Theatre and began auditioning and performing. Enter Waylon. 

Hailing from New Martinsville, West Virginia, Waylon worked behind the scenes at Greenbrier Valley Theatre wearing numerous production hats throughout his time there. He was always around the theatre and encountered Hannah on a regular basis during rehearsals and shows. As is typically the case in the theatre world, everyone knew each other and after a while their mutual friends began to play matchmaker. "You and Waylon should date..." "I think you and Hannah should hangout..." They both played it cool and time continued to pass without any action, but one day all that changed and something just clicked. They began dating in 2013 and after a few years (and numerous shows) they made the move to Florida. Fast forward to this past Saturday.


Hannah had contacted Caitlin and I earlier this year about photographing her wedding. She had seen our work and wanted someone she felt comfortable with behind the camera. Her wedding day was still available and knowing just how much fun the ceremony and reception would be, we couldn't say no. Still living and performing full-time in Florida (if you're ever at Walt Disney World, Universal, or SeaWorld Parks and Entertainment look her up) we set the date of April 22nd for the engagement shoot with the hopes that any April showers would hold off long enough for us to get some great spring shots. A week out the forecast wasn't looking good, but if you've ever lived or visited Tennessee, you know this can change very quickly. They drove through the night on Friday after her final show of the day and made it to Tennessee after sunrise on Saturday. The rain which had been falling consistently for several days wasn't going anywhere. As this was the only time we could shoot, we had no choice but to use the rain and get creative. Running on very little sleep and copious amounts of Diet SunDrop (Hannah's favorite) we met at the Factory at Franklin and began shooting. Like most couples, they warned us that they weren't sure what to do in front of the camera and weren't the most photogenic. Lies. After a few minutes, we were all laughing and it was by far one of the most fun and comfortable shoots I've been a part of. Not afraid of getting a little wet, we moved outside to Downtown Franklin's Main Street and made a little Singing In the Rain magic. Because they were flexible and allowed us to be creative with the circumstances given, we were able to capture moody, yet playful images that are both timeless and unique. We are counting down the days until they say I do, and after this past Saturday, we couldn't be more excited!


Running on very little sleep and copious amounts of Diet SunDrop (Hannah's favorite) we met at the Factory at Franklin and began shooting. Like most couples, they warned us that they weren't sure what to do in front of the camera and weren't the most photogenic. Lies. After a few minutes, we were all laughing and it was by far one of the most fun and comfortable shoots I've been a part of. Not afraid of getting a little wet, we moved outside to Downtown Franklin's Main Street and made a little Singing In the Rain magic. Because they were flexible and allowed us to be creative with the circumstances given, we were able to capture moody, yet playful images that are both timeless and unique. We are counting down the days until they say I do, and after this past Saturday, we couldn't be more excited!




WEST // 2015

4600 Miles // 11 States // 9 Days - Our Great American West Adventure

Disappointment struck early in Arkansas; a What-A-Burger charlatan (notice the extra “T”) broke our stride but thankfully not our spirits. We never did find a proper What-A-Burger…what a shame.

Water tower just over the Oklahoma - Arkansas line. Fact: Everything seems a bit brighter and fresher in Oklahoma.

We passed through Oklahoma city just as the sun was setting. This is downtown as seen from Shadowfaxx (my white Toyota Camry aka The Beast) on I-40.

We were exhausted, having driven nearly 24 hours, but the rising sun over Arizona and sudden realization that we were almost to our first destination gave us a much needed boost.

Our adventure began with a formidable 26 hour drive from Nashville, TN to a place that it is quite difficult to truly capture the grandeur and immensity of in photographs, the Grand Canyon. We were road weary when we arrived early Saturday morning, but as we walked to the edge of the rim, every trouble and worry seemed to slip into the enormity of this mighty chasm. We were transfixed. We were present, and yet we were completely lost in time.

On our final stretch from Flagstaff to the Grand Canyon’s South Rim, we passed a small chain of mountains known as the San Fransisco Peaks. The remnants of an eroded volcano, this range is Arizona's highest point.

Zak and Alex catch a glimpse of the Grand Canyon for the first time.

A lone raven sits staring out into the mighty abyss. 

Zak steps to the edge of one of the Canyon’s many sheer drop-offs; he is a but an ant in comparison to all that surrounds him.

The Colorado River can be seen to the left, as the Grandview Lookout Tower sits high above on the right.

That face says it all - take a deep breathe in and leave all your worries behind!

Alex sits on a steep and narrow spine; the drop-offs on either side of this 3ft. wide formation were ridiculous.

Stars shine brightly above the crimson stone of the Grand Canyon. This was taken on my first, whirlwind 5-day trip in November 2014.

The Colorado River cuts through the canyon nearly a mile below.

Two low flying ravens soar above the road departing GCNP. 

A blue song bird sits atop a tree overlooking the majestic Arizona landscape that awaits.

One abyss meets another; my first view of the Grand Canyon on my initial visit in November 2014.

A small primitive house and horse stall sit in the shadows of the Vermillion Cliffs.

Lost in time.

After several hours of scrambling along the Canyon's rim, we headed north toward our home for the next two days, Lake Powell. We arrived as the sun dipped below the horizon and quickly put up our tents, despite our delirious stupor. Though our first opportunity at real sleep in 48 hours was ours for the taking, we couldn't help but get lost in the stars.

The Milky Way cloud shimmers faintly over our tents on the beaches of Lone Rock Beach.

Lone Rock sits alone in the beautiful (and extremely clean) Lake Powell under a sky full of stars.

We stayed at Lake Powell for two days and two nights, but we would have stayed a week if given the chance. Just look at that view...

I awoke the next morning to a soundscape of playful birds, gentle winds, and the splashing of water against the base of a shadowy Lone Rock. After washing my face in the chilly lake water and starting a pot of coffee, I settled back into my tent to watch the sun which had yet to rise. As the first rays broke the horizon, the most beautiful golden light washed over the otherworldly landscape. My fellow explorers would awake soon after, but for a few brief moments, it felt as if this beautiful performance was just for me.

The sun peaks above the horizon and Lone Rock.

Alex and Zak in a moment of synchronicity as they enter the waters of Lower Antelope Canyon.

The water level was 55ft. lower than normal, making our entrance even more surreal. Can you spot Alex and Zak?’

Making my way through Lower Antelope Canyon.

After a hearty breakfast on the beach, we picked up our kayaks and began the journey to Lower Antelope Canyon. The wind cut across the lake and seemed to face us no matter which direction we paddled. Forward progress was a constant battle and my muscles burned as we made it to the Canyon's entrance. Thankfully, the towering sandstone walls that rose from the crystal clear waters below helped diminish the winds effect, and provided a silent, still sanctuary to view the grandeur set before us.

Smooth, striped sandstone walls in gradients of red rise above a tumbleweed on the canyon’s floor.

Alex quiets his mind and finds peace in one of the many small rocky crevasses.

Zak leads the way through a towering, narrow passage.

As the water became increasingly shallow, we pulled our kayaks ashore and continued the trek through Antelope Canyon on foot. The smooth sandstone walls began to narrow after several minutes, and paired with the considerable height, made the light streak and dance around us. It was quite impressive, but what awaited us around the next bend was unlike anything I've ever seen. The world was suddenly new.

Sunlight enters through small gaps in an otherwise covered passageway, illuminating the alien like stone below.

Starry sky over Lone Rock Beach.

A very faint Milky Way over Lake Powell.

A six shot panorama of Lone Rock Beach. The moon hangs above our tiny tents on the horizon to the right, while the stars shine above Lone Rock and the many sandstone cliffs below.

A pack of bikers speed around the winding road that descends to the floor of Zion.

After another starry night on Lake Powell, we made our way to Zion through the red canyons of Arizona along 89A. We arrived with just 3 hours of sunlight left, but we didn't let that stop us from finding a place to properly survey our new surroundings. We made it up to the spine of Angels Landing in just 35 minutes.

A hawk soars high above Zion and this lone tree on the ascent to Angels Landing.

Alex navigates the very narrow ascending path to Angels Landing. The river can be seen over 1000 ft. below.

The spine leading to Angels Landing as seen looking back. Those are 1500 ft. drop-offs on either side.

A four point buck watches over a pack of doe grazing on the brush at the base of Watchmen Mountain.

The view from Angels Landing. Heavenly.

Perhaps my favorite view of Zion, as seen from Observation Point. The trek is no joke - at over 8 miles and an elevation change of over a mile, this is by far the one of the most grueling hikes I've ever done. Worth it.

A crescent moon rises above the Watchmen Mountain.

The Virgin River flows through Zion; it's chilly waters made for a nice break from the heat.

A sandstorm blows through. At times, winds reached speeds of 70 mph and made visibility and breathing difficult.

It lasted nearly all day, and at times blotted out the sun.

By the next morning, we were beginning to feel the effects of our nonstop, action filled days. Needing all of our strength for the trek through The Narrows, we chose to take it easy, hiking only a few small trails on Day 5. Around noon, strong winds with gusts up to 70 mph ripped through Zion. This kicked up all of the loose sediment in the area, and before we knew it, we were in the midst of a sandstorm. This continued late into the evening and significantly limited visibility - not to mention our ability to take a clean breath.

A small reflecting pool on our way to The Grotto.

Taken on Thanksgiving night 2014, this is how I spent my holiday - alone under the stars.

The entrance to The Narrows.

Alex prepares to venture in.

Approaching Wall Street.

After the others awoke, we picked up our gear and headed to The Narrows. After a short hike along the Virgin River, the trail ended and the journey continued for several miles through the water. Crystal clear, it rose gradually and danced with reflected blues and greens. I was surprised at how well my footings held on the rocky riverbed; good thing, too, as I was lost in the scenery above. Tremendous sandstone walls towered liked Titans on each side, and were dotted with lush gardens that hung delicately from the rich red rocks. It was chilly and the water was cold, but none of that mattered. It was almost like dreaming.

Zak hikes through thigh high water.

It's hard to fathom just how massive this corridor is until you're in it.

I make my way through chest deep water as we push onward. Photo by Zak.

One of the many breathtaking passages of The Narrows.

My first test shot of the Milky Way over Zion.

The Great Rift can clearly be seen above the red stone of Zion. This image is a six shot panorama taken in the early morning hours on our last day in Utah. I chased this shot for nearly 18 months, and I can't begin to explain what it was like to see these images finally come across the back of my camera's LCD screen.

We left Zion early the next morning and made our way to Bryce. About 50 miles outside the park, the warm, sunny conditions changed suddenly and a heavy snow began to fall. The fluffy white flakes added the perfect amount of contrast to the already alien hoodoo sandstone formations and scattered pines, making for a truly spectacular landscape. I can't imagine what the first explorers must have thought when the stumbled upon this place a few hundred years ago.

Snow falls heavily on the hoodoos of Bryce Canyon.

A lone raven guards the entrance to Thor's Hammer.

Zak didn't mind the snow one bit.

Rainbow Bridge in Bryce Canyon.

The snow relented and the skies cleared after leaving Bryce, making for a gorgeous drive and final southwestern sunset along I-70. We stopped in Glenwood Springs, CO for much needed showers and a decent night's sleep before our long journey home. Mother Nature wasn't through with us yet, though; we would encounter 100 miles of Colorado blizzard through the Rockies (nearly shutting down the tunnel) and severe storms and tornados in Kansas before arriving safely back in Nashville. 

As we left Bryce, the snow began to fall more rapidly and the dessert terrain began to look more like a winter wonderland. 

We were faced with whiteout conditions as the blizzard worsened. This was shot by Alex around Vail as we desperately tried to make it out of The Rockies.

Kansas didn't welcome us too kindly. Lightening, hail and tornados were next on the agenda. Shot with my iPhone as we tried to race ahead of the forming cloud.

The adventure continues later this summer...stay tuned!