Middle Tennessee Photographer | Portrait & Editorial
Ahhhh home sweet home.
We are back in Park City after a few weeks of shooting out of state. We saw friends old and new, captured a handful of momentous occasions, shot some unique editorial work… and traveled. Traveled traveled traveled. Las Vegas, Atlanta, Boston, Connecticut, the Massachusetts coast, Nashville & Middle Tennessee, Las Vegas again, and a little St. George, Utah, before climbing back up to our pad in Jeremy Ranch.
It was a lot. On top of intense security scrutiny due to all our camera gear, major airline delays (sitting on the tarmac for 5 hours? yeah), midnight commuter rail rides into the suburbs, lost phone chargers, hotel rooms that smelled like mold, filling the laptop with gigs of RAW files and desperately buying a second external hard drive, and always having to find a local gear shop for equipment rentals for shoots (big thanks, TVC, for being so awesome!), and more humidity than you could ever imagine, I learned that my server wasn’t forwarding my emails to me for a period of ten days, so that caused a lot of stress (for someone like me, that’s the technical equivalent of being punched in the face — I’m obsessed with being responsive to client requests).
Anyway, by the time we arrived at our place in Leiper’s Fork ten days into our trip, we were pretty taxed (as I describe in this post). And yet, I’m not sure I can remember the last time I felt so peaceful. Thinking about it now — walking through the front door of the property, out of the sticky southern air and into a body brush of cool air conditioning — I’m taken back to the hard leather of the sofa, the sleekness of the white-tiled bathroom with the softest towels ever, the faint sooty smell of the real-deal fireplace, and the magic little kitchenette, with soft-closing drawers and the coolest looking ice machine ever. After showering, I plopped on the couch, set up the laptop to review shots from the day prior, and put on the satellite television for white noise. V prepared us slices of keylime pie we’d bought at the Harris Teeter up the street. It was just about perfect, right then and there — just indoors from the porch pictured below.
So, amid the rush, the exhaustion, the shoot prep, and the demands of our insane schedule, I found myself a little haven. I’m eager to get back, although searching through expensive flights indicates that returning to Tennessee for anything non-work related might not exactly happen any time soon. Sigh. Until then, you can find me at my iMac (aka ‘the editing room’) for a long, long while as I make my way through the few hundred gigs of shoots I’ve got in front of me.
