Well, the trip was about 2 hours from the studio to meet up with our bride, Erin, for a “trash the dress” session. We had our entire entourage tagging along; Erin, Nick, Becca, Emily and Marty. We finally made it to Patton Lake, a private lake in western Indiana, to unload and see what our options were. We saw that MUD was the option. A hill with a 75 degree incline was another. Patton Lake was another. Of course, our wonderful host and tour guide, Jim, encouraged her bravery as she was plied with liquid courage…….a bottle of wine. I don’t think she needed much coaxing during this incredibly beautiful sunny day. Now all we needed was mud and water….and our inspiration.
It started out as a scenic journey to discover the perfect location. Alas! We found a small creek bed, and beguiled her to lie in and get acclimated to being a “dirty girl”, followed by a tree hugging moment as the wine was brought to her by our most gracious “waiter”, Jim. We (I mean she; no, I meant we) then got braver as we searched for the next level of Erin’s fearlessness. Once again, she did not disappoint, as she plunged into the murky “epoxy of mud” depths. She was cautious at first. After all, it was her “wedding” dress, a sacred vestige of a moment passed. Oh my, she was thinking, “what would these photographers ask me to do next?” Well, the two photographers, Emily & Marty, were victims of the mud as well, both sunk in to our knees as well. What sacrifices those photographers will do to get that perfect “romantic” moment?! Yes, it was romance, a love affair with the dress and the mud. But, keep the cameras out of the mud and the lake.
Well, she stepped in deep. First her toes….then her ankles. Now she was about a foot shorter than when she started. That’s because she’s now in to her knees and thighs. The dress! The dress! It is now getting splattered with mud. Didn’t we also see bubbles coming from the mud? “What mere mud monsters were lurking in there that might find a place of rest in my dress?”
She wasn’t done! Wow! After extracting herself from the mud and the lake (and the “bubble” critters), I see her looking off for her next attempt to defile the dress some more. There it is! It is the incline at about 75 degrees. She’s really gonna climb it! She really is! So off we go. Now we’re gonna see how strong she is as she pulls her way up the mountain. Hey, it’s a long way up, and almost straight up. But NOT for this brave lass. She did her morning workout so as to be ready to impress. She huffed and she puffed and she pulled herself up. All the way to the top. I was impressed… as were all of the masses engaged in this spectacle. Queen of the hill for sure. Nick, her groom, could only stand in awe. But she was still not done
Our next campaign was …… oh, I’m sorry. I forgot. We had to stop off for some “glamour shots” along the way, with her new mud makeup. The trees were the perfect backdrop for these “model” shots. Merle Norman had nothing on Erin’s mudpacked face. So glamorous was she?
Well, now we can continue on to the lake setting. Patton Lake was a beautiful setting. The eagles were soaring to get a better picture of this dramatic day. I think a couple of them dive bombed us. Well, maybe not. They also hadn’t had this much fun since they were making their little eagles.
We took a short pause to gather some regalement (duh, water). Once we were refreshed, we did our promenade to the lake. Now, what would we do that we have arrived. The sun is warmer than before. Since it is getting hotter, and the mud is drawing in her skin, I know what she’s thinking. Time for the swan dive into the lake.
10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1-GO! From one end of the pier to the other, I see this thing in white, taking off like a jet airplane and catapulting herself airborne into the deep (looked like the great beyond). Wow….she is airborne! No swan dive….although the swans were impressed. And in learning mode too, as they stared. The dress looks like a parachute as it opens wide. When she lands she goes deep into the deep, and comes up looking like a white lily pad. Ah, a bath at last.
While we had our swimming moment, we saw in the distance, coming at us rapidly, a large rainstorm. The storm was getting darker and darker, and then the sky opened and more rain. Of course, our cameras were high priority. Moved them rapidly to the porch. Now, we’re standing on the porch and waiting on the storm to pass. Well, we had another brainstorm. How would Erin feel about a little dance in the rain. She moved into the pouring rain and onto the muddy flooring. We saw her dance steps on the canvas as she spun into total dizziness. Wet from head to toe and beyond, she provided entertainment for the crowd sound effects. The catcalls and wolf whistles abounding for all to hear.
Erin then took a bow and was off to the shower as the rainstorm passed and the sunshine again regained its Godly place in the sky to dry out everything……everything except the muddy and wet photographers, who are gaining in their experience to write this BLOG. And Nick was great as the supportive and entertaining groom.
On our way back to place of origin, we talked about our experience. Erin became a different woman. Watching her thrash about to try the destruction of the dress was a woman who became only slightly deranged. Something about destroying a perfectly good dress……Hmmmm! I know someone who can clean even this muddy dress, yes my buddy, Leon with Classic Cleaners.
So, Emily & Marty continue on in their quest for the next “romantic” dress moment. Please, please, send your dresses our way. This was so much fun.