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Guess what? Today is a year since I started blogging! Well, not a year, but 52 Mondays. So yes, a year of Monday blogs. Have a slice of cake with me , won’t you? I was reading back a bit and I notice that I talk about failure a lot. Denise is to failure posts as Taylor Swift is to break up songs. It’s just my thing. I feel like when you fail, when you need to find strength to get up, when you feel not good enough, it’s important to have support. To have friends who have your back.

I actually remember the first time I felt like I wasn’t good enough. The first time it hit me and it hurt. I was in seventh grade. Growing up listening to musical theater, I was pumped to be in the Junior High Performing Arts Club {PAC}. The school was grades 7-9 and while the seventh graders were typically stage hands, the ninth graders were all cast members. They got to sing in the spotlight while the rest of us busied themselves with their lighting, their makeup, their costumes. Right away I looked up to the ninth grade girls… they were talented and beautiful and I wanted to be one of them. Whenever I’d see one of them I’d smile brightly and say hello. I’d clap loud at the end of their solos. I’d hold the door for them and maybe, next year, I’d be on stage too.

One of them had a younger brother who became my science partner. We would chat about PAC and that new awesome South Park show. Then one day he said “My sister had a sleepover and all the 9th grade PAC girls were there.” I wasn’t sure where this was headed. He went on “I asked if they knew you.” My heart quickened and I looked at him, wide eyed and hopeful. “Did they?” I whispered. “Yeah” he said, “They said ‘shes weird'” I felt my face get hot and I quickly looked back at my paper, not wanting him to see the immediate tears that followed. “oh….okay.” The bell rang and I walked out of class as quickly as I could. I cried, embarrassed, into my locker.  I tried to think of anything I had done wrong. Hold the door, say hello, set the stage, strike the stage.

And I remember the words entering my brain… the words that never ever left. “You’re just not good enough. They just don’t like you.”

We all hit this point. Where we try and fall short and have no one to blame but ourselves. It’s a turning point…a painful one. I often think how interesting it is that I’ve chosen a creative profession to build my life around. Where there is so much competition and documented beauty. If you shoot a wedding at a lakeside, someone is surely posting a beach ceremony after. If you proudly post a shoot with horses, someone else is posting one with elephants. It’s just the way it goes. You constantly see larger than life, unbelievable, exquisite images created by your peers and it’s easy to feel not good enough.

If you’re a photographer, a painter, a musician, look back at your first photo shoot, your first painting , your first performance. Compare yourself then to yourself now. That’s the only race you have to run.  You’ll fall again and again and again. You’ll fail. You’ll get up, bloodied and bruised, and you’ll keep walking the path towards your dream, because that’s the only place worth going.

 

“Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next.
What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as you did in Rome.
Do your worst, for I will do mine! Then the fates will know you as we know you”
-Alexandre Dumas 

 

On the way up to the Salt River, I told Beth about the last time I had shot at this location. The wild horses that live there had graced my background and it was completely magical … “Maybe we’ll see them again” I said, knowing chances were slim. We found our way to a sweet little cove. It was quiet, the air was cool, the light was lovely…it was perfect. We kicked off our shoes, said hello to a baby toad and started shooting.  About 30 minutes into shooting, Beth whispered “Denise, look behind you” and there they were. The gorgeous pack of wild horses …. they were beautiful, and so close, they drank from the river, they gave me the gift of a wonderful shot, and one had the sweetest little spot on his forehead.

I am so thankful for days where I can take time to be creative…for the days I can play with my camera. Days like this fuel my passion and remind me that I am unique, that my eye is unique.  Beth, universe, river, baby toad, horses, weird drums we heard in the distance, thank you so much for allowing me to create these images. I hope that these photos, along with Beth’s incredible beauty and the stunning scenery, also show a bit of my heart.

xo

Salt River Portraits Denise Karis Photography

Salt River Portraits Denise Karis Photography

Salt River Portraits Denise Karis Photography

Salt River Portraits Denise Karis Photography

Salt River Portraits Denise Karis Photography

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Salt River Portraits Denise Karis Photography

Salt River Portraits Denise Karis Photography

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Salt River Portraits Denise Karis Photography

Salt River Portraits Denise Karis Photography

Salt River Portraits Denise Karis Photography

Salt River Portraits Denise Karis Photography

Salt River Portraits Denise Karis Photography

Salt River Portraits Denise Karis Photography

Salt River Portraits Denise Karis Photography

One of my favorite places in Arizona is Sedona. It’s just under two hours from Phoenix and is covered in beautiful shades of green and apple orchards. Oak Creek is just a happy little car ride up the way and this, friends, is where you will find Garlands Oak Creek Lodge. This venue has all the best of Sedona, a sweetly running creek, green grass, apple orchards and tall red mountains. I am so thankful for the two days I got to spend in this gorgeous town photographing this stunning couple. Have a great week friends and I hope some wedding beauty starts it out right! xoxo

Denise Karis Blog Sedona Wedding

Denise Karis Blog Sedona Wedding

Denise Karis Blog Sedona Wedding

Denise Karis Blog Sedona Wedding

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Denise Karis Blog Sedona Wedding

Venue: Garlands Oak Creek Lodge
Photography: Denise Karis
MUA/Hair: Pearl’s Beauty Makeup Design
Cake: Suzy B’z Homemade Goodies
Design & Floral: Bloom & BluePrint Event Company
Bridesmaids dresses: Bella Bridesmaids
Wedding Dress: Uptown Bridal & Boutique
Table Top Design: Fancy Lou Designs
Table: Scottsdale Farm Tables
Invitations: Lola Lee Invitations