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I pulled into the Summerland Rodeo Grounds at 3:30 and it was already raining. This is the part where a lesser photographer starts quietly catastrophizing. I did not do that. I looked at the string lights hanging tree to tree down by the creek, at the wedding pillars someone had clearly put serious love into, and decided the rain was just atmosphere we didn’t have to pay for.
Aaron came out to meet me. Tuxedo, perfect. The kind of put-together that makes you think this guy has been mentally rehearsing this day for a while. He was calm, he was ready, and he looked like he belonged on the cover of something.

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