A Glimpse of Tiffany & Travis: Stonewall Farm, Keene, NH

Two weeks ago I was lucky enough to shoot Tiffany & Travis Dustin's wedding at the amazing Stonewall Farm in Keene, NH. What a day it was! The love these two share just made my job so easy. Without further ado, here's a glimpse of their amazing day.


T&T: The Glimpse

This *might* be my favorite shot of the whole thing. I found this train bridge right near the event and I just HAD to get these two out there under this thing. The funny part was, it was on a pretty well traveled road so in order to take this photograph I had to employ one of the bridesmaids and christen at either end of the tunnel to warn us of approaching cars. It was like mixing wedding photography and that scene of street hockey from Wayne's World. "Game on! Car! Game off! Game on!" Luckily for me, Tiff & Trav are THE PERFECT CLIENTS and they didn't even flinch when I proposed such a preposterous idea.



Rockin' the ceremony, both of them kept their composure as the event approached it's crescendo:



The happy couple as they are introduced to the crowd:



The groomsmen, keepin' it gangsta! How freakin' dapper do these cats look:



The first dance:



Tiffany is always ready to throw down and have some fun! Even in a wedding dress! Check out her hooping skills:


More to come soon! Check back in!
Hope you're staying happy and healthy,
Brody.

The 603 in Full Effect

So for those of you who don't know my history, I grew up in the woods of New Hampshire (henceforth the 603). I love that freakin' state and nothing besides photography puts me in such a place of inner peace as the 603. Well, two weekends ago I had the honor of shooting Tiffany and Travis Dustin's wedding in Keene, NH and while I was back in my home state I snagged a couple of frames out in the woods of a few local features.


This is the view from the fire tower on the peak of Pack Monadnock Mountain (It is said that Pack is local Native American dialect for small or little.) out to the great White Mountains many miles off to the north.:




If you climb to the bottom of the fire tower and turn 180 degrees this is the other view that greets you. This is the north terminus of the Wapack Trail. From here you can hike over 20 miles south into Massachusetts:




At the bottom of Pack Monadnock Mountain is NH Route 101. If you follow 101 west back towards Keene you eventually are greeted by the sight of the majestic Keystone Arch Bridge:


This bridge was once the largest stone arch in New England and it was built in the 1860's as a trestle to carry trains northbound from Massachusetts to destinations in New Hampshire.


I hope you enjoy the shots.
Stay happy and healthy,
Brody.

Two Frames in Passing

It's no secret that I freakin' love graffiti. Here in New Haven we're lucky enough to have several spots that are filled with colorful art but my favorite spot as of late has been the legal graff wall.

The other day when I was passing with christen, I was compelled to stop and shoot a couple frames.

Here's some fresh new paint from New Haven artist REO:



And another one of REO's pieces with Christen chillin' in front:



Hope you're all staying happy and healthy,
Brody

Jeremy and Allison: Preview

Three weeks ago I was lucky enough to second shoot Jeremy and Allison's wedding at the beautiful Harkness Park in New London, CT for my good friend Carrie Roseman of Carrie Roseman Photography. The following is a couple previews from that AWESOME day. There's more to come soon!


Here's one from the ceremony:



Here's one from just after the ceremony. I love the expressions here. You can tell they're just basking in wedded bliss:



One from the reception. Allison was rockin' that epic smile all day long too!



And finally, one for fun!




Thank you so much to Carrie and to Jeremy and Allison for having me on such a great day. The weather was perfect. The smiles were plentiful. And I definitely had an amazing time!

More photos to come!
Stay happy and healthy,
Brody.

A Long Time in the Making

Hey there folks,

Sorry I kind of dropped off the face of the blogosphere lately. Been crazy busy with projects and other life things and I haven't had a chance to update. Later today I'll have a preview or two up and ready to roll. In the coming week I'll have 2 full posts ready to roll and there are more photos coming in by the day.

Before I bore you all by running my mouth any more, I'll leave you with a recent photograph.



Old Nailworks Dam on the West River in Shelton, CT built sometime in the early 1800's

I hope you're all staying happy and healthy.

The General Lee

Last weekend I got a call from my buddy Joe.
"I got a horse," he reports.
"What?" I said.
Now I've known Joe for quite a few years now but never once did I have him pegged for a closet cowboy. An animal lover, sure. Horse owner? Not so much.
"Yeah man, a horse. He's a former race horse. He's cool as hell," He proudly stated. "Want to come shoot some photos of him for me?" Joe asked.
Without pause but still a little caught in disbelief I said, "Sure! Let's do it!"

Without further ado.
The General Lee
Owners:
Deanna Kovac
Joe Cuzino



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Deanna brushes The General Lee...

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And he soaks it up. Look at the expression! He's lovin' it! What a ham.

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Come to find out, Joe wasn't lying. There was a horse! And what a horse he is. The General Lee was so great to work with. He was friendly and didn't take off (unless I was chasing him!) I hope to shoot more shots with him soon!
Thanks Joe and Deanna!

Hope you're all staying happy and healthy!

Just a Taste - Yale Lock & Key

Hey there folks!

Just a little taste of what once was. Here's a couple frames I was able to grab from an infiltration of the old Yale Lock & Key site in Stamford, CT. This factory was once a sprawling beast. A proud beauty left over from the heyday of this region's industrial era. Now the Harbor Point Development has demolished 90% of her. Only one very long rectangular 6 story building and a 3 story loading bay remain.

Now mind you, this building is so stripped that it is see through from a distance. It is also on an active construction site. As we came around the front of the site I saw the entrance agape. I'm not sure what possessed me but I bailed out of the car at somewhere around 10-15 mph. The look on Christen's face was priceless as I blurted out "PopTheTrunkIneedMyTripodParkOnTheStreetBeBackFAST". I ran across the dirt lot as fast as my enormous and out of shape frame could carry me, taking cover behind idle construction equipment as much as possible as I dashed toward an open door in the bottom of the remaining six story structure.

The first floor of the building was beautiful. Sure, it was empty but each of the mushroom shaped columns was painted a different vibrant color of the spectrum. I couldn't pause to shoot it for you folks because I was quite exposed for anyone to see. I quickly made for the stairwell and began to climb all the way to the top floor. Between floor five and six, in the stairwell, this message was scrawled:



I'm not sure who wrote it but they were wrong. I stopped to catch my breath on the roof of the building. My eyes feasted upon the fine view of the city of Stamford stretching out in all directions from the foot of the factory. After I caught my breath I made my way down one story to the top floor.

The factory was beautiful. The structure was hollow shell of what it once was but it was still possible to picture the building packed with workers the hot, heavy air thick with dust on a summer afternoon. Much of the floor had been torn up. Almost all of the pipes stripped. Miraculously though, almost all the window panes remained in tact despite the condition of the rest of the place. I gave pause and set up to shoot a frame of the production floor.



Shortly after the shutter clicked closed I heard a metallic groan and a hollow slam echo through the empty floors. Immediately I knew I was not alone in this barren factory. I realized there was no place to hide on the production floors themselves and that my best hope lay in hiding in a stairwell. I quickly crept to the nearest one and hid behind the door.

I could hear the persistent sound of footsteps bouncing off the cold concrete of the stairwell. They were getting closer. I grabbed the doorknob in front of me and leaned back as hard as I could on it and hoped for the best as I hid in the triangular space between the door and the wall. The footsteps drew closer, proceeded past me up one floor to the roof. I lost their sound as the other person made their way out across the roof to what I could only presume to be one of the other stairwell access points.

I saw my window of opportunity and clamored down the stairs as fast as I could. I burst out into the lot and darted across it while breathlessly calling to christen who was parked around the corner.

It has only been a week and a half since that day but every time we pass an empty building and i get that crazy look christen shoots me a glare and locks the car doors. Thank god I have someone to keep me in line!

Hope you're all staying happy, healthy and stealthy!