Ceremony and reception, connected by a sun drenched dirt road and shaded brook that traverse Warwick Mountain. Freshly picked flowers. Local brew from Tatamagouche on ice. Handfuls of richly hued chanterelles picked from the surrounding woods. A four legged friend and a new addition to the family. An exchange of vows, the ringing of church bells. Hugs & handshakes, followed by a stroll through the water. An open bar. An open home. Laughter and tears over stories told and a roaring campfire to quell those open sky evening temperatures. As a Haligonian I love Halifax weddings, but it is nice to step away from the city and experience the richness of rural Nova Scotia. A wedding for the record books - one I’ll never forget.Read More
I find downtown Dartmouth to be incredibly inviting. Hospitable. Alive. There is a slower, more reasonable rhythm that you can easily settle into and follow as you explore the side streets. Colours and character abound - especially in the summer months when trees are in full leaf and flower boxes in full bloom. Much of the area is still new to me, leading to a sense of excitement with each visit. It was no different for Emma & Dylan’s wedding.Read More
An evening stroll along the sands and bluffs of Lawrencetown Beach, Nova Scotia. When wind, sun, tides and love come together in the most perfect of ways.Read More
An ode to the flower. The blossom. The bloom.
As an ethnobotanist I’ve always been fascinated with the choice of flowers for each bridal bouquet or boutonnière. Why was an arrangement pieced together? Was it purely an aesthetic choice, or do the blooms carry meaning? Perhaps a combination of the two?
For years I’d grown accustomed to symmetrical arrangements, pieced together with recognizable blooms and unbound by season or location as they are often readily available. Then came the asymmetrical arrangements full of colour, full of vibrance, full of character.