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Reagan and I had made a trip to downtown Indianapolis for a photographer meet-up hosted by one of our favorite photogs (@zacharyraber). We decided to make the trip a few weeks ago and wanted to make a day out of it. We arrived early to eat brunch at Cafe Patachou.
We were a little pessimistic at first... it had been pouring down rain all morning, it was cold, and although we enjoyed our food, afterwards we couldn't get the parking meter to work. We looked at each other, with our camera gear around our necks and both in matching rain coats and said, "This better be worth it."
Once we finally got parked and to the meet-up location at the Indiana State Museum, we couldn't find the group and had no clue where to go. It felt a little disorganized and we were still questioning if this trip was worth our precious gas money.
After finding a group of people that were also lost, but also looking for the meet-up, we finally got to where we were supposed to be. There was a lot of disorganization and no one really knew what was going on (a model pointed out that a woman was clearly not in charge of this meet-up, haha).
The day was filled with a couple hours of shooting along the canal, drizzling rain, a lot of squatting in bushes and bumping elbows with other photographers (oh and free hats!). Surrounded by 20 other creatives, it was an awesome day. A group of us went to a cute coffee shop afterwards called the Thirsty Scholar. We were all obsessing over the perfect lighting and marble tables the entire time.
After an hour of talking, laughing, Instagram photos, and hand-modeling, it was time to get on the road home (making a quick stop in front of an ivy-wall in the parking lot).
Reagan and I started the walk back to the car, talking about all of the wall art, abandoned buildings, and what a day it had been. We were satisfied.
We had been on the road for about 10 minutes when we noticed how the fog was hanging low by the river. Before either of us commented on how breathtaking it looked, we both knew we had to stop.
As Reagan drove forward, the sun was setting faster and we were getting discouraged that there would be no place to pull off on the side of the road. She took the first possible right that we approached and our hearts sunk a little when we saw that the river just didn't look quite as magical from that side.