Before shooting Hana & Wes’s wedding in the Black Hills of South Dakota, we detoured to Montana to visit my family and get our fix of sky. Summer days are long when we’re in Montana, both in sunlight and feeling. There is a dirt lane that runs between the wheat fields of my parent’s farm and every evening we walk along it for the simple pleasure of seeing the sky change. To the west the sky may be filled with pink cirrus clouds but turning to the north you’ll see a black thunderhead blowing towards you. It’s a constantly evolving cinema of color and shape.
Most of our time was spent on the farm helping out, but we also found time for trips to the mountains; backpacking along a trout-filled stream where we didn’t see a single person for three days. Each day we’d hike for about 5 miles, set up our tents and then catch some fish for dinner. A small brook trout wrapped in tinfoil and cooked in the coals of a campfire; there is nothing like it. After dinner…stars. The Milky Way arches across the sky and it’s so dark. So quiet.