Greenfield, MA Proposal
I had this trip planned for just over two months. It was my Christmas present to Jake to go on a long weekend adventure in Boston. On our way there I wanted to stop in the tiny town where my photography journey began and where I spent one of the best years of my life in Greenfield, Massachusetts. One of Greenfield’s gems is a short walk up to a beautiful place called Poet’s Seat Tower which overlooks the town. I had been up here many time while I was in school and did a few shoots around that area.
We set off on Friday, March 8th, 2019 around 8:30am to begin our weekend. We took our typical first stop at Dunkin Donuts for a quick bite and coffee before jumping back on the highway. It took us 4 hours to get to Greenfield and upon arrival I pointed out the spots around town where I lived, good restaurants, and different spots I took pictures while in school. I told stories as we drive around the streets like when my sister’s car broke down during her visit and I had drive her half way back home, and the Applebees where my friend told me he and his girlfriend were pregnant, and the ice cream trips I took with friends on nice days when we were on a short break from school.
After some lunch at a delicious restaurant called The Black Cow we headed to the tower before driving the last leg of our trip to Boston. He was insistent that there was an overlook next to the tower but I didn’t recall there ever being one. Once we arrived at the top and took in the view for a moment he directed me to a snow covered piece of land with stone benches (a.k.a. the overlook that I had never noticed before). I fumbled around with my camera trying to prop it up on a bench and messing with the self timer attempting to take a photo of us together. After admitting that it wasn’t going to work I noticed a single rose sticking up out of the ground.
“Will you accept this rose?” I asked him jokingly. We walked toward it and took a few photos with our phones and my camera of us together and as we attempted one more, I turned to find him resting on one knee with a box in his hand which held a ring. “Oh no” I pronounced, walking away from him in pure shock. As I made my way back, he grabbed my leg so I couldn’t go anywhere and proceeded to say a few words and then the famous question. “Will you marry me?”
I stood there and starred at him for a while in pure shock and not much came out of my mouth. I heard his words but had no idea what he said at the same time. I turned to my right and saw a photographer taking our picture. It took me a few moments to realize it was Derrick, one of my friends from photography school who Jake had contacted to come photograph this special moment. Which then made me tear up even more that Jake had made all of this happen!
It’s still crazy to think about the events of this day and to say out loud that we’re getting married and are currently each other’s fiancés. I’m usually the one giving out advice for newly engaged couples on how they should enjoy this time together and to soak it all in (check out my thoughts on that here and here). Now I have to take my own advice and what a strange feeling it is!
Photographs by Derrick Zellmann Photography