I’ve wanted to go to the Dominican Republic since I learned to bachata more than four years ago while working as a photojournalist in Santa Fe. I think I spent almost as much time dancing as I did shooting, and I shot seven days a week.
My long-awaited trip finally happened recently when I went to the DR with a nice entourage consisting of my two of my best friends and one of their sisters, on a noble mission for L-O-V-E.
See, the reason we were going was so that my friend could propose to his girlfriend. I’ve photographed and witnessed proposals before, but I am surprised to say that me, the battle-hardened, wedding-accustomed girl actually cried. It was very special indeed.
and just for good measure: