The Mark of Love
I despise graffiti. I can’t stand it. Nothing upsets me more than seeing the side of a building, fence, overpass or anything else marred with the disrespect and immaturity of graffiti. The juvenile scofflaws and hoodlums who do this are nothing short of criminal, masking their creative gang markings with faux bravado and putrid disregard for the world around them.
Once in a while however… it can come in handy for a photo shoot. The bride & groom noticed this heart burned into the side of a local oak tree and we decided to be creative with it. This might be the only exception to the tirade of disdain I have for these people. At least it symbolizes something amazing.