On Thanksgiving day 11 years ago Willie DeFord and I, both single, decided to take the day and drive, just drive, to see what we could see. I remember ending up at the El Bambi Cafe in Beaver, Utah. I don’t recall what I ate for Thanksgiving that day at the El Bambi, but I do remember it was about two steps below a TV dinner. Except for the food, Thanksgiving that year was grand.
Willie had just started getting serious with Sally. I’m nosy, so I asked questions about how that was going. Willie was willing to answer some of my questions but when I asked if he had kissed her yet, I got the sense that some of what I was asking was none of my bees-wax.
Willie brought a mandolin on our drive and at one point we stopped at an abandoned filling station and I took pictures of Willie playing the mandolin, sitting on top of discarded car tires.
Just four months after that, I married Amy. Willie came to the wedding in Rexburg. Later, he said he was inspired by what he saw that day (Amy and I really are a cute couple, see) and he left Idaho determined to marry Sally.
Jump ahead: Willie’s a lawyer, now, living in Grand Junction. Sally’s a photographer. They have two kids. Her folks live around here so we still get to see them from time to time, but this October was the first time I’d been to their house in Colorado.
Willie and Sally are two of my favorite people on planet earth and later this week, as people gather and think about all the things for which they are thankful, I will be thinking of the good times I’ve had with Willie and Sally.
And now, meet the DeFords.











Flashback: I’ve been photographing weddings for a long time. Here’s some proof. This is a picture I took at Willie and Sally’s wedding over ten years ago.
