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
Letting go. Forging forward. That's one of the hardest life lessons of them all.
Over the next couple of weeks the landing page of this website will be wiped clean and populated with work from the 2017 season. The past year was an absolute blur, but I had fun at every step along the way. As the existing galleries are replaced I wish to give them a new home within the blog. At some point someone will stumble across them and hopefully fall in love with them as much as I have.
Beginning with this gem. Why do I love it?
Caitlin & Joe's honesty. This is them. Nothing to hide. Nothing to dress up. Having grown up in a rural area I also found myself lost in nostalgia. The cluck of chickens. The bright colours of farm paint. Barn cats and yard dogs. Massey-Fergusons and friendly sheep. Windfall and fresh flowers. The hustle and bustle of the kitchen and the serenity of the parlour.Read More