For two days, we trekked and scoured the mountain’s reaches for pristine untouched snow which would lend us to grabbing the perfect frames. The mountain attempted to besiege us with waist high snow as we scaled its back. The echo of our sled and voices through its valleys and folds were a reminder that we were alone and at its mercy. But as we slowly conquered its peaks and lay claim to the land at hand, the joints of the mountain, its canyons and rifts, became ours as we shredded pure unadulterated snow. Man had defeated the mountain… for now.

A special thanks to Scotty and Eric who made this project of mine possible.

Everyone had their war stories. Stories of their battles with the recent blizzard in the Northeast. Tales of rebooking flights, driving over frozen tundra once known as roads, and lost luggages were more than abundant once guests began to slowly trickle in. As these tales were measured and compared, one began to realize how each tale began to personify the level of friendship and endearment that each person had for Melissa and Jin.

Then, over the next few days on the island, began the stories which pieced together the lives of Melissa and Jin. The tale of how Jin and Melissa found each other on New Years Eve was shared while guests binged on lobster and key lime pie. Other tales of Jin’s improprietous adolescent behavior were spoken of while the gents sipped on the amply available Cruzan Rum.

And as these short stories were spoken and woven together, the life tapestry of Melissa and Jin unfolded to reveal that this island wedding was more than a celebration of nuptials. Rather, they became a revelation of how the stories of a boy and a girl, which at one point may have been juxtaposed, were now the beginning to a splendid anthology of life stories together.