The Blade Among Blossoms: My Medieval Armor Shoot with Devan

Some mornings, magic just finds you.

After dropping my daughter off at school one seemingly ordinary morning, my husband and I were driving through Provo when we spotted a vibrant purple field—wild, stunning, and completely unexpected. It was right off a busy road, but it stopped us in our tracks. We looked at each other and just knew: we had to shoot there.

I’ve had this medieval armor shoot in my heart for months. One of those lingering creative visions you never quite let go of. And somehow, this field, on this random morning, made everything click.

Fate and Armor on Center Street

With the field fresh in our minds, we drove straight to Taylor Maid on Center Street in Provo, crossing our fingers that we’d find something—anything—that could bring this vision to life.

And there it was: real medieval armor. Waiting for us like it had been meant to be.

We called up Devan, shared the vision, and he was immediately on board. No hesitation. He came in, got fitted that same late afternoon, and by evening, we were back at that purple field—camera in hand, dream finally unfolding.

Knights, Stares, and Surreal Moments

Cars rushed by and people definitely stared. I mean, you don’t see a full suit of armor in a flower field every day. But in that moment, none of that mattered. We were deep in the creative zone, chasing light, texture, and a vision that had been living in my imagination for so long.

I’ve always been fascinated by the look and symbolism of medieval armor, the craftsmanship, the history, and the quiet strength it represents. Seeing it against such a soft, colorful background created a contrast that felt almost cinematic.

The Final Result:

Final Thoughts

This shoot reminded me why I love doing what I do. When you follow inspiration without overthinking it. When you say yes to the wild ideas, you create something truly magical.

Thank you, Devan, for stepping into this dream on such short notice and bringing it to life with so much presence and soul.

Sometimes, all it takes is a purple field and the courage to pull over.