A long time ago when I first moved to Utah, I became friends with a bunch of ski bums that lived in the house next door to my apartment. One of them was named Evan Lewendoski and he boy was he something. Evan managed to quit and start more jobs in the first year I knew him than I thought was humanly possible. The amount of paperwork he did filling out tax forms that year probably desecrated a small forrest. All appearances seemed to point to Evan being directionless. Around the same time, he started getting in to wine. We all thought this was strange, being that pretty much all you drink as a ski bum/ college kid is beer. I remember being underaged and Evan coming home, opening a bottle of wine, pouring me a glass and then talking my ear off about something called “flavor notes”. He was too kind because that wine was totally wasted on my 20 year old taste buds.
Fast forward 5 or 6 years and he really did something about his passion. In that time he has worked at wineries in Australia, France, Italy, Argentina and California. In between these stints he always come back to Utah for a while and our friendship picks up where it left off. Hearing Evan talk about wine gets me excited. His passion for white wine blows my mind. He is excited about every step of the way and the ways he wants to go about making it are incredibly creative. He has spent the last few years working at biodynamic wineries and his dream is to start a winery in Utah.
Yesterday he called me and informed me he was moving to California again for a few months. I had gotten my hopes up that he would stay in Utah this time for good but of course, that would not be the case. We drove his astro van (yes, astro van)
out to the land he found by Utah Lake that he thinks is the perfect spot for the type of grapes he wants to grow. I got my shoes covered in thorns and Evan dug up some dirt to look at it. We then got a milkshake at Daley Freeze, came home and said our goodbyes for the umpteenth time. He’s a selfish bastard for leaving so much but he makes such good wine I’ll forgive him.
Here are a few polaroids I shot out there as a few digi photos.
For my bachelor party some guys managed to track down a boatload of guns and we went out to Stansbury Island onto some BLM no man’s land and blew a bunch of stuff up that we had stolen purchased at a thrift store. Being from Texas, I grew up around a decent amount of firearms but it had been many years since I had been around or shot a gun. It was a blast. I would like to report that I am now a republican and a card carrying member of the NRA. Once you’ve felt the raw power of an AR-15 in your hands there is no turning back.
The Wife and I went to Florida to honeymoon. Normally I am not a sit on the beach for hours on end kind of guy but after all the wedding/work insanity of late, it was an incredibly welcome break. We had a lovely time and managed to not kill each other. Must be a good sign for our marriage! Florida is a funny place, lots of characters there. It was really nice to be able to sit by the pool drinking a beer, reading a book of short stories and know that I had the best literary taste within 25 miles of the resort. Let me tell you, the satisfaction that one gets from knowing this type of thing is immense.
All kidding aside, it was awesome and ate a crapload of good fresh seafood, spent quality time with the lady and saw a lot of fat people. What more could a guy ask for? I brought my point and shoot I purchased on my wedding day and a bunch of expired wallmart film and went to town. Please pardon the crappy grocery store scans.
WARNING: THERE ARE UNFLATTERING PICTURES OF UNSUSPECTING PEOPLE IN THESE PHOTOS.SOME OF THEM ARE SLEEPING. DEAL WITH IT.
In case the title of this post isn’t explicit enough, I got married last week. It was incredible. I am a bit of a sceptic for those of you who know me but it was so fun to celebrate and have a huge party with our family and friends. Dani and I have been so blessed with an amazing community of friends and family here, we felt so lucky to have them all in one place at the same time.
A while back, during the planning of the whole thing, I had the bright idea to shoot a photo of Dani as she was walking down the aisle toward me. I wanted to remember what it was like to see her walking towards me. I was a bit worried about how she would react because I have a tendency to shoot constantly in my life, sometimes letting everything else pass me by while I compulsively document everybody around me. I can tell she gets frustrated sometimes so I was leery about doing this but I ran it past a few people and they seemed to think it was a good idea so I committed to it. I was planning on shooting it with my very small olympus XA 35mm point and shoot camera but I couldn’t find it lost in all the boxes from moving so I was about to abandon the idea. The morning of the wedding, I had some time to kill with my dad and he wanted to go thrift store shopping (like father like son) so we went to the DI downtown and lo and behold, I found a small pentax point and shoot with 5 rolls of expired fuji film in the case it came in. I went into action and pushed a roll of film through it really quick, ran to walgreens, dropped it off, went and got a shave at the barber shop, sprinted back to walgreens, picked up the film to see if it worked and sprinted up to get ready with my groomsmen. I hid the camera under the communion table and my best man Nick grabbed it for me right before she started walking down the aisle. I am really glad I had a point and shoot with auto because I was so nervous I probably couldn’t have figured out how to operate a real camera. As soon as she saw it, she laughed and so did everybody else. Disaster averted. I fired off two quick shots and passed it back to Nick. I shot a few random photos through the night. Here they are. Our great wedding photographer Amy Beckler has a photo of my taking the photo on her blog now.
my motley groomsmen and father slaying some hors d’oeuvres
Picture taking. I think we had around 6548 photos taken of us that night.
my dad filming me with a fip cam
my view, grand entrance to dinner.
Nick, best man and toastmaster general
Tim is peeing because he drank beer.
Doug photographs very well
Our car was a crime against humanity. Mothers were shielding their children as we drove by. Our bridal party is very mature and grown up.