To get the legal stuff out of the way, Rose and Mark decided to marry before the wedding with a group of close friends at a ceremony at City Hall. I got to photograph them as they were leaving the Barn.
They met five years ago when they found themselves face to face on a steaming apron of asphalt in the barren town of Shafter, off I-5. They were both part of the Cyclcide crew on their way to the music festival at Coachella. The bus threw the transmission and stranded between the 7-11 and one sad little palm tree, love bloomed.