800 miles of Nutella

Eight hundred miles in 2.5 days seems excessive. In fact, it IS excessive. But that's what I did this weekend. Eight. Hundred. Miles. Its a good thing my little Honda is nice to me, otherwise I don't know what I would do.

What wasn't so excessive about my weekend, though, was spending time with three of this summer's brides -- and their men, of course, who obliged all of our creative whims and put up with the giggling, laughing, kissing, smiling, and lovey-doveying quite admirably.

Hats off to you three. Seriously.



Plus, I hung out in a ballet studio with a ballerina. How cool is that? Me, my camera, a ballerina and her iPhone. She danced, I shot. We laughed. I experimented.




Yes, I did say "experimented." I played around with my lighting equipment and tried some new techniques. Including self portraiture in a room full of mirrors. (Laughing at me, yet? You totally should.) The problem with the picture below, though, is that I didn't actually fire the flash. The room was so bright and happy, I didn't need the artificial lighting. Oh the irony.



And, finally, if you haven't eaten Nutella...you should. I bought two jars of Nutella to give to away this weekend...and ended up only giving one away because I, um, *cough*, got hungry mid-shoot one afternoon and simply had to eat.

So.
I.
Ate.
The.
Gift.
Nutella.

Is that better than giving a gift and then taking it back? Or is it worse? I can't decide. My guilt, however, is excessive. And if said friend figures out she didn't receive her Nutella...not really sure what I will do. Maybe I'll appease my conscience by buying her a bracelet instead? That would work. Maybe. Hmmm. Still processing whether that works. Is jewelry as good as Nutella? Or not?



By the way. Driving 800 miles in one weekend with a jar of Nutella next to you isn't a smart idea. Unless you plan on eating lots of Nutella. In which case, its a completely legit roadtrip companion. The end.