Meg is from Wisconsin – the house where she grew up is less than a mile from my own – and Garrett is from all over. With a love for football and barbecue, please and thank you I can tell he’s got a little Texas in him, but Vermont and New England show up in his speech and stories, too. The mid-Atlantic and a city here and there across the middle of the country have ties to Garrett, but in reality his home now is wherever Meg is and she’s in New York. They met in college and became best friends, their love revealing itself slowly over many trips and laughs and, ultimately, years. It was still fall in in New York when they invited me to photograph them in their city, in their neighborhood and among the spaces and places that have newly taken on great meaning, like the steps of Jean Georges where Garrett took Meg to dinner after he proposed, or the tiny bench in front of their favorite hidden neighborhood bakery. I photographed them wandering about Central Park, listening to carols echo under the vaults of Bethesda Terrace and taking in the stunning skyline of Mid-town that borders the park’s southern end. I photographed them just being them, talking about their past and their hopes for the future and I was left with this observation: Meg & Garrett are generous and genuinely interested in others, the kind of people who take their photographer to dinner and want to get to know her because they want the people in their lives to be friends, not just people they know. Simply put, Meg & Garrett are my favorite kind of people.