It was just after my last wedding job in Bozeman that I FINALLY stopped to take a few pictures at an old barn on Davis. I drove past almost daily for a good chunk of time last year and always wanted to stop, but never had. Either I didn’t have my camera, or I was nervous the property owner would holler at me!
I hesitated as I ran over to the barn preparing to attempt charm and explain myself, but I knew this could very well be the last time I had the opportunity to get the shot I had envisioned for months. Despite my strappy sandals and floor length dress I plunged through the tall grass between the road and property line.
I’m glad to finally have these shots in my portfolio. As my mind wanders, I realize these shots will remind me to be daring. To always take the shot. To do what I’m afraid I *might* get in trouble for.