spring is well on her way, new and green and touching everything.

and now sarah and eduardo and their words embedded in the bricks of jackson square.

crossing oceans and lands to approach this moment with steadfastness and certainty.

sunrise is unique. it creeps over like a long yawn, stretching slowly, dusting the earth with muted beams of light. the shadows are much cooler. a noticeable contrast. the ground quite damp with dew. and our little paradise carved out of a backyard in austin. sheets and linens hung from clotheslines. rich green branches acknowledging the breeze.

she found Jory in Costa Rica. the surfer with the cafe. living a quiet life, enjoying what was right in front of him. and there they stayed. Under sun and palm. Falling into the slowness together.

and at the center, McKenzie and Beau, pressed sweetly, cheek to cheek beneath twinkle lights and the great trees of her grandmother’s backyard.

listening to jordan’s mother speak to the character of them both. watching them lose their minds over t swifts “22” being played.

and we’re off. driving north to pick up jake and schatzi (world’s best backseat-car-mate) heading for anacortes and my favorite, the ferry. and it was a dream. and so many photos that i’m breaking this bad boy into two posts. first up—day one and day two.

I landed in LA that morning. and was with Mckenzie and beau by noon. we chatted for a while in their home about harry potter and how they fell in love. their cat hopped up beside me on the table as McKenzie finished her hair. we parked, walked a couple blocks to an empty beach. just the three of us running around under thick grey marine layer. and then back to the car, a long drive downtown to an iconic bar.