A February wedding. Blue walls, yellow shoes and white dress. The day bright and the clouds moving. Jocelyn and Henry say I DO at his parent’s old historic home in northwest. A sunshine-lit room filled with family and friends and piano music. Paper stars in the windows and yellow flowers everywhere. A sunset, an almost-spring night, and a party at Yakuza. Tables filled with candles and sushi; the walls covered in tigers. Guests taking polaroids and showering the newlyweds with love. Together, these two are magic.
Last Saturday was the wedding of the lovely Queensland couple Karen and Jeremy.
They were married at Bago Vineyards in Wauchope in a beautiful afternoon ceremony. As Karen walked down the aisle her guests handed her roses, each having a special meaning from a special person which she then used as her wedding bouquet.
The laid back couple had no bridal party, only their gorgeous son Digby as their pageboy who’s naming ceremony was included in the wedding ceremony. Close friends Amelia and Chris witnessed the wedding and Digby’s godparents witnessed his naming ceremony
Guests were treated to cheese and crackers up on the deck while Karen and Jeremy had their photo-shoot.
The reception was also held at Bago Vineyards with their friends and family there to happily celebrate the end of their special day with them.
What a beautiful relaxed wedding day, thank you so much for letting me be a part…
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Grand Rapids, Michigan
I had the great joy of photographing Chris and Merrill’s wedding this Saturday in Grand Rapids. These two made me cry. And laugh. (And, I’ve never seen a bride’s shoes create such a commotion. Kate Spade does things right.) So, take a peek and check back in to see the full edit soon. Congratulations, Chris and Merrill!!!
I got in your car and said “I can’t do this”. Taking a weekend off from everything just seemed impossible. While you we’re gassing up the car and loading up our bags I was whispering mental checklists to myself and holding on to every single to-do that hadn’t gotten ta-done. We drove along the highway, and while you took in the beautiful sights of empty fields and sunsets, I sat in the passenger seat fixated on the number of miles between us and a useable restroom. We laughed and sang songs and remembered the moments of our lives that those songs took us back to and somewhere between our home and that beautiful hotel in Charlotte I let it all go.
Thank you for that. For coaxing me gently into “fake-cation” and helping me take some time for us. For giving me one weekend before all of the madness starts…
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