It was early, like, 4:45 early. It was dark, and photographer Jacob Peters was trekking up a mountain ahead of the guy that hired him to photograph the proposal he was planning. He got to the location, he found his spot, he unpacked his 30-ish pounds of gear, and sat in the early morning twilight, and waited.
The client said he would be there around 6am, and he would propose shortly after arriving. Around 6:20, two people appeared on the top of Whitaker’s Point in Arkansas, the spot the client said he’d be. Jacob was ready, and just like clockwork, the man in the blue t-shirt got down on a knee, showed a ring to the woman, and after a “yes” and a series of pictures, the happy couple was engaged, and they sat down to watch the sunrise together. Jacob packed up, and left.
After he got home, he texted the client a “congratulations” message, to which the client responded, according to Jacob, “I’m confused, we never saw you and we got there a little late, are you sure it was us? I was in a blue plaid shirt…”
Jacob said in his Facebook post trying to find the couple he DID photograph, that he “spent 6 and half hours, 40$ in gas and food, 450 photos, and took the wrong couples photos.”
He didn’t charge the client (who showed up an hour late anyway), and luckily was able to track the couple he did photograph down through the power of the internet crowd, and was able to give them the photos.
But seriously. That day? A couple getting engaged, at THAT spot, at THAT time, both wearing BLUE? The odds….