The perfect example of why I do what I do. Why I photograph weddings. Why I jump in and click away with a stupid grin on my face.
It poured on the way to Wolfville. Dark clouds raced across the sky and sheets of rain pelted the ground below. The tents were leaking, water collecting in their light fixtures. Pools formed in low spots on the driveway. Then the lawn. Yet everyone forged ahead. Kegs were lifted out of the cellar and taps were assembled. Floral arrangements completed and napkins set. Clothing pressed and guests dressed. Then the skies started to clear - brief glimpses of blue between bouts of thunder and lighting. Drenched willows started to shine like chandeliers as the sun pierced through the gloom. And then the storm was gone. Replaced by cool, fresh air and the crisp scents that follow. Replaced by excitement. A first look at the Harriet Irving Botanical Gardens, followed by an intimate ceremony in a stand of trees just outside of Wolfville. Portraits by White Rock Pond (where the line between sky and water blurred so beautifully) and a reception outside of Gaspereau that featured local brew and an incredible spread by Asado Wood Fired Grill. Friends and family by the bus load (literally) led to an endless amount of cheer throughout the course of the evening. Toasts transitioned into musical tributes, complete with the groom’s rendition of ‘Teenage Dirtbag’ by Wheatus. Just for his wife. It was amazing. Thank you Emily & Skye - a true pleasure to have photographed your wedding day. Your celebration.
Lo and behold
She's walking over to me
This must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am?
And why does she give a damn about me?
Dedicated to the late Layton Reid. I’ll be forever grateful for the referral. Godspeed, friend.