It was dramatic, it was delightful and the light was splendid. About 10 minutes after the ceremony of Kathyrn and Michael the wind gathered it’s strength and the rain began to fall, and I mean fall! The bride ‘called it’ and moved everyone inside the century old Springhill Pavilion to continue on. It was an evening with character and purpose. Joyous. Momentous. It was truly an authentic wedding in the hills outside of Bozeman. And after the storm we made photos in the softly lit glow of our big Montana sky.
‘Real life, real people… real images’