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'd never heard of them despite being fairly familiar with the Tatamagouche area. I'd navigated the twists and turns of Balmoral Road dozens of times and crossed Baileys Brook on my way to the village proper, but had no idea where those waters led. Pashala & Klaus directed me along an unnamed road and asked that I stop just shy of a bridge overlooking the brook. We walked along the water's edge, climbing over deadfall and ducking under larch bows. After a bend in the brook the temperature dropped. The air smelled fresh - just like rain or falling snow. Then you could hear them. Then you could see them [continued . . .Read More
I've failed miserably. Again. Each year I promise myself that I'll be on top of posts and up my social media game. And then the busy season hits. The life of a wedding photographer. Marlee & Ian - you have my apologies - the St. Marks wedding will be my next big blog post!
Despite being busy I've been having fun. Exploring. Wandering. Capturing. Documenting. Another 25,000km on the car since May and a countless number of footsteps and shutter counts. No trades, no take-backs. This is it.
Pashala and Klaus - thank you for introducing me to this slice of Tatamagouche. I'll be back.Read More