The early morning sun and I chased the fog westwards - the light slowly burning away the mist and revealing more and more of the Valley as I made my way to Bridgetown. Apple orchards, rolling fields and century homes as far as the eye can see. I arrived a bit early and decided to explore - a sign for Valleyview Provincial Park caught my eye and I followed Church Street north to the entrance of the park.
What a view.
A similar feeling to standing on top of the Look Off as you approach Blomidon in the East. Minus the Minas Basin, but not lacking in grandeur. What a rich province we live in, and what a rich part of the Valley. Endless history and character. Brightly painted homes and gardens full of blooming irises. A fantastic start to the day.
This was a special one. A day that was a long time in the making. Years. A true small town wedding where stories aren’t necessarily told - they’re recounted to the tune of laughter and tears. When everything comes full circle and everyone involved recognizes the fact that what is taking place makes perfect sense.
It always has.
It’s a true honour to photograph a wedding such as this - essentially a full day of community celebration and I’m in the middle of it all . . . bouncing from one household to the next, crossing backyards and parking lots and walking down the aisles and sidewalks that those involved have done countless times before.
A toast to Bridgetown. A toast to those who have found love. To those who crowd the dance floor when Bohemian Rhapsody plays. A toast to an Old Man Luedecke infused breakfast and a Tragically Hip fuelled ride up the North Mountain.
And remember . .
I’m fairly certain . .
. . the answer is bacon.