During the early morning in Black Rock City, you never know what to expect. The sights and sounds are hard to accept as reality sometimes. But this was Saturday morning, nearing the end of the week, the day the Man burns. Right after a sunrise wedding this bride biked past me. It was a testament to the fact that sometimes the hardest part of photography is having your camera out. Then it’s a matter of timing, which if you’ve taken photos for any amount of time you should have that down. Luckily I was in the right place at the right time, and this lovely bride was nice enough to flash a priceless smile in my direction.
I still have no idea who she is or how to get in touch with her. Hopefully someday she sees this and I can get her some much overdue wedding shots from that serendipitous morning.