I've come to believe that weather patterns along the Northumberland Strait are 'cut-and-dry.' I've either seen placid waters off the coast of Braeshore or howling winds and white caps. If there is a happy medium, I haven't had a chance to witness it. Valerie & Remi hail from Kent County, New Brunswick but chose to wed at the Pictou Lodge. An October gale may have brought howling winds and white caps, but it certainly didn't dampen spirits. The show goes on. It must. You're in another province - you've got to show the locals what you're made of. Drop that Fricot like it's hot (and it is). Untwist the twist offs. Tear up the dance floor.
Part of my background is social anthropology. Wedding photography was never on the table, but here I am, part of a larger group of Halifax wedding photographers and loving every moment of it. I live for moments. I live for witnessing (and capturing!) the emotional weight of a hug. Of a kiss. Of a laugh in the company of someone you love. Of a handshake. Of a smile. Of a toast. Of the flower girl who is at the top of the world. Of the tear from a father who is trying his damndest to not publicly crack but does became dammit his child is getting married and life is beautiful and so on and so forth. It's awesome. And there I am - clicking away with a stupid grin on my face because I love it all.
All hail those who roll with the weather. All hail those who embrace the emotions. All hail those who hail from the far reaches of New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island, Nova Scotia & Newfoundland / Labrador and decide to throw an impromptu kitchen party after tying the knot. You're doing it right. You're having fun.
Dance on. Party on. The Fricot is on.