Hello fellow earthlings. We’ve returned to the blog for the inaugural 2018 post (uhhh whoops) and DO WE HAVE A DOOZY FOR YOU. Jackie and Damian’s wedding in the outer reaches of the wild west for their Montana wedding: we’re talking lightning storms as they ran through fields. We’re talking whiskey-soaked dance parties, a ceremony in the middle of a valley with a mountain range surrounding them, tearful vows and champagne fountains (I mean… just look at the gifs, these two know how to party), and a guest list who probably bike/run/hike more on any given day than I will in my entire life. A groom who cracks a Rainier and bikes into his wedding ceremony. An Americana-clad group who hits the local rodeo like they own the place. Last July was one of those weekends where we realize how adventurous some people in this world are and get inspired to live a little better. Jackie and Damian: hearts the size of Montana and trailblazing spirits to match. I don’t even care if that’s cheesy, I just love these two and can’t wait to share this day with you.
Let’s begin with this horse, our first gif of the weekend. Does anyone ever walk by horses and not whisper “horses” to themselves?
Oh, bears. That’s fine! We’re all fine.
Hey there they are! Our lovebugs, at their rehearsal dinner.
… Where apparently people know how to rope calves.
NOW. What wedding day would be complete without running a half marathon and biking across a mountain range before the festivities start? I ask you.
OKAY now we’re talking. A groom with a bolo and a bride popping champagne in the wilderness. I can get behind this.
I like to imagine that these guys settled out west in like 1850 and are making a life in this little cabin and that spend their days tending the ranch.
The moments right before a ceremony starts are so so good. This lil gal was having none of it.
Damian: casually cracking open a Rainier before mountain biking into his own wedding ceremony.
Apparently when storms hit in Montana… they’re serious. This portrait sesh, with the newlyweds dodging raindrops and shouting over thunderclaps and then running to escape getting hit by lightning… it felt like an out of body experience. I wanted to stop time and photograph them forever in the rapidly shifting, beautifully eery light. Just five or six minutes and it’s a memory I’ll keep in my back pocket forever, just the overflowing gratitude for this work and our couples’ trust.
The storm didn’t stop a jump rope competition from staying fierce though. Also, please look at this crazy ass light. Unreal.And then LIGHTNING STRUCK right in the middle of this double dutch competition between the newlyweds! I LOVE how Hank in the red shirt jumps a mile in this one, it’ll never make me not laugh.
And then, the dancing. And the whiskey. Rinse. Repeat. Forever.
The next day, we got to tag along on the most American of all Fourth of Julies (July’s? Julys?): a party bus to the Livingston Roundup, with a stop off at the saloon you picture when you imagine the Wild West.
First of all, no one leaves without getting Iced. Them’s the rules.
Secondly, if this is your first day as a married couple, you’re doing life right.
And cowboys. Forever. Jackie and Damian, being a part of your incredible Wild West wedding weekend (wow, that got alliterative fast) was one of the highlights of our year. To dodging lightning storms and doing whatever the hell you want: WE LOVE YOU.
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