I met Beth years ago at the Manhattan Pride Parade, where she was the loud, gloriously chaotic woman behind me yelling for swag. We stayed friends the way people do now, mostly through Facebook, which eventually turned into actual work together on a few projects. So when Beth and Liz got engaged, I understood exactly why they hesitated before asking me to fly out and shoot their wedding in Grand Teton National Park. I said yes before they finished the sentence.
Thirty friends gathered as Liz and Beth said their vows, snow drifting down just enough to look intentional, and not a single dry-eyed or unsmiling face in the crowd — including two total strangers who spotted the ceremony, the mountains, and the moment, and cheerfully photobombed their way into someone else's wedding photos.
Once the vows were done, we headed further into the park for portraits. It had just snowed, it was cold enough that "looking warm" required real acting, and both of them were absolute troopers about it. As we wrapped up and started driving out, Beth stopped me: "Can we get one more shot?" Sure, I said, what did she have in mind? "I want a picture with a Park Ranger!!!" So we pulled over at the gate, flagged one down, and Beth and Liz got their photo. Priorities, in order: get married, get portraits, get a ranger. And if you want to see more photos, but in a video with lovely music, the slideshow's here too.
