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Autumn Song Photography is a North Carolina area father-daughter team that specializes in intimate affairs of the heart, from a baby's first breath to the day they walk down the aisle and everything in between. We believe that simple is alluring...we believe real is priceless...and we believe pure is beautiful. More importantly, we believe in the power of candid and unguarded moments. We capture life as it happens.
That being said, we won't be asking you to do anything that doesn't come from your own heart. All we ask is for real emotion and we'll make sure that our photographs are as charming and unique as you are.
Nestled just between Greensboro and Charlotte, we cover events in Winston Salem, High Point, Raleigh, Charlotte, Charleston, Wilmington--and well, anywhere you ask us to go!
Thanks for checking us out, we hope you enjoy your visit. Oh and while you’re here, leave us a comment, we’d love to hear from you.
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I never had an older brother but if I would’ve, I would have wanted him to be like Mike. To borrow a phrase from country folk, “Mike is good people”. He grew up on a farm at the edge of Davidson county with a brother and sister. They didn’t have all the luxuries city people had. While I spent my childhood days either playing in the woods or chasing, throwing, and kicking some kind of ball around, Mike was gathering firewood, milking cows, or working on farm equipment. When a boy grows up with responsibilities he becomes a man much faster. He’s knows things us ball chasers have no clue about. It was a good thing that Mike grew up quickly, when he turned eighteen he was drafted into the military and served our country with honor in the Vietnam war.
I first met Mike when I went to work for Duke Power Company. He stood out from the rest of the crowd by the fact that his clothes were always clean, his boots shined, his belt buckle directly above the zipper line on a pair of blue jeans that were properly creased. Mind you now, this was at 4:30 after a day of working eight hours or more in the hot sun with rubber gloves and heavy equipment. I was assigned to work with Mike on a line truck. He took me under his wing and patiently tried to teach me the skills necessary to become a good lineman. I remember my primary job was to make sure no tools were left on the job site as we traveled from one location to the other. On our second job of the first day, we got out of the truck and reached for the shovels... they weren’t there. “Where’s the shovels?” Mike asked. “I guess I left them at the last job” I sheepishly replied. We got back in the truck drove twenty miles back to the first job and there laying out in the field were the shovels... and my gloves, and a hand tamp, and a ground rod driver, and my hammer! Geez, it looked like someone was getting ready for a yard sale. In one way I felt badly about it, in another way I felt lucky that I wasn’t left behind.
You might not be able to convince Mike, but I learned so much working with him--not just a few job skills but other things as well. I learned things like doing for others, and keeping a positive attitude when life isn’t going your way. I miss working with him and I miss listening to the stories he told on rainy days about his childhood and the time he spent serving on the front line in Vietnam. I’m grateful for his service to our country and for his friendship to me. I love Mike Plummer... the older brother I never had! |
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