Get outta here!

I've got a new blog. Kinda the same, sure, but leaner, stronger, recession-proof and more bloggy in all the right spots.

The superhero among us

My son, Evan, walking to a friend's house sporting a cape of his own design. My wife, Kelly, sewed the cape and together we dread the day when he is too cool for wanting to do something so cute and innocent. Unless, of course, he never stops wanting to wear it.

Kelly + Kurt

Crafty re-purposing of engagement pictures.



Sexy detail by my associate, Sarah.





One of the more interesting stained-glass details I've encountered.




The reception was at the Sioux City Orpheum, with dinner on the stage.



A wedding tradition I hadn't encountered before. The bridesmaids kidnapped the groom during the reception and took him drinking. The same happened to the bride. Neither tried to escape their captors.

Nothing goes better with pink and pearls than a smoke and a cold one. Meoooow.

Tegwin + Carl

That little oasis in Ames, Reiman Gardens, was the setting for this intimate summer wedding. Tegwin was just the right mix of practical girl and animated bride. And, as all grooms should be, Carl was the besotted groom.

A nice frame by my lovely assistant, Sarah.

A new year, a new resolve and a wedding post

Here I am again, the prodigal blogger. I know there's value in these posts. There's a few of you out there who seem to enjoy my musings and, from a practical standpoint, it allegedly helps my standing in inscrutable world of search engines. Or, maybe, it's all just a narcissistic exercise or a cry for help. Whatever the motivation, at least it gets my blog-happy colleagues off my back if I post more. I wish I wasn't but I'm a procrastinator not a fighter. Whenever I finally get around to it, I do always try to cover up the time lost with lovely cover stories (See next paragraph)

I feel like there's some value to letting the images age a bit. The images are only stale by the standards of our always-on way of life. The moments here are just as authentic and the love, laughter, tears and beers just as heartfelt and refreshing as the split-second they occurred. A rationalization, perhaps, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Let's start back in the summer, the wedding of Emily and Travis, Democratic Party campaign staffers in love. The air was filled with more than the usual anticipation of 2 becoming 1. This was also the weekend it became apparent that Barack Obama would lock down the presidential nomination. Emily, who worked on Obama's Iowa campaign, even received a call on the way to the ceremony from the man who would be president. A sweet gesture from a man on the brink of history to a young woman about to cross the threshold.

Exhibit B in the case against strapless dresses.









Please pardon the salty graffiti but that's just the way we roll in Des Moines.