and we’re off. driving north to pick up jake and schatzi (world’s best backseat-car-mate) heading for anacortes and my favorite, the ferry. and it was a dream. and so many photos that i’m breaking this bad boy into two posts. first up—day one and day two.
Read Morei just couldn’t believe i was there. bearing witness. overhearing the tenderness of their quiet just married whispers. the wind in her hair. the sun on his face. mammoth mountain and the promise made beneath it.
Read Moreand being there was a gift. bbq under string lights. the soft lull of music a conversation pouring from the kitchen. the creaking of a wooden deck turned dance floor.
Read Moredappled light on every surface. the greenest greens and richest ruddy reds. the sunset went on forever and they sipped wine and threw back cookie dough balls and danced until they had to leave.
Read Morei’ll never forget the drive in. walking through vail with nat and her fam the morning of the wedding. the welcome gift they left at the front desk. or watching connor kiss natalie through the window with the glowing lights of the city below. eating the most incredible meal with the most generous, loving people.
Read Morei've said it before. a good getting ready space is better than the best cup of coffee as soon as your feet hit the floor. a good getting ready space is better to me than the coolest venue. it's where you spend most of your day. it's where the biggest chunk of your photos are taken. it can be used for portraits with your family or bridesmaids or first look or just you.
Read Moreit was a perfect day. quiet. overlooking the hollywood sign, and griffith. soft grey sky in the morning, mysterious coastal fog sunset in the evening. no bridal party. no traditions they felt they had to adhere to--just vows on a rooftop. brunch in a tent. and then, the beach.
Read Morelooking at all of the guests below—the quiet glow of the candles and pendant lights. the band was playing “where is my mind” and people were dancing and scream singing along. toasting champagne. and the weather was perfect. in this little alleyway slice of heaven. tucked under palm trees and vine covered walls under the glow of red and purple and blue and yellow stage lights.
Read Morethis wedding. it was. like thanksgiving dinner. or stars growing heavy and bright off of silvery tree branches. like your grandmother's backyard--the one you climbed trees in. like being home. i’ve tried to write out what this day meant to me and how it felt to be there but i can’t come up with the right words. i will say this—i’ll never forget that in the middle of the reception, i was alone for a moment. i saw the dance floor, and people in line at the bar—some seated mid conversation at long tables—the whole thing lit by an autumn moon and soft yellow string lights. and i felt weightless and overwhelmed with gratitude and blessed that i was there seeing it. i felt my eyes fill up and peace. such peace. thank you, Lord.
Read Morethe light. man, the light on this day. how it touched everything in this pure and lovely and whole way, how everything looked. i was so inspired from minute one, so drawn in by the warmth of marty’s mother and sisters. i felt like i was seeing in slow motion. the tears that lined an’s eyes meeting the tears that lined martha’s. under passing clouds and a very large tree. it was simple and sweet with not one but two ceremony kisses and soft footsteps marking out a first dance. this is my favorite thing to do. my whole heart in it.
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