Heidi and Kartr had a very intimate wedding at The Black Walnut Inn… a stunning B&B in the hills above Dundee. We started with portraits and guests arriving… very relaxed. The rehearsal dinner was under way when we left… by the looks of it, the meal was fabulous! On Saturday, we returned to have a wedding. All of the guests were family and laughed and cried as only family can.
We got to shoot their laid back reception two weeks later… I will add more vendors and some of that soon. For now, come see two people in love at a beautiful place.
Just for the record, I hate having to string my name across my images. I find it distracting beyond measure.
I wanted to take a moment here to talk about the why of copyright because I know many of you are annoyed by the whole thing. The watermarks are embedded to keep people from taking any posted image and distributing it as they please. Between you and me, the wedding images are kind of personal to the bride and groom… yes, I hold the intellectual property rights but, in the end, these are private photos. In this definition, I am not worried about someone posting a couple of my images for their friends and I hope they don’t mind having my name on them. The real rub is the Craig’s List sort of guy who decides to farm legitimate sites for good work that he can use to build an online portfolio. The work isn’t his and he brings all of the legitimate shooters down in the process. There isn’t really any way to warn potential clients about this but they need to know, going in, that fraud runs rampant in our lives these days… you truly have to do your homework to avoid it.
Portland has a very large and wonderful community of true and professional photographers… don’t get sucked into the dark side. Just saying…
Ali and Gretchen met and fell in love at Oxford University… they came to their Portland nuptials trailing traces of English Gardens, Vivaldi, Bach and Robert Frost… a beautiful and charming wedding. The lightly modified Anglican ceremony, the traditional English morning suits (complete with proper cravats brought from England) mixed well with the uniquely Portland locations. Graceful is the word that comes to mind thinking back on the whole day.
“No. I mean I’m tired of waiting. I understand now about using up my time. Life is this conto, account,” said the banker in him. “It’s an unknown quantity of days from which one is permitted to withdraw only one precious one of them at a time. No deposits accepted.” This allegory presents glittering opportunity for more of the stranger’s stage work. “I’ve used so many of mine to sleep. One by one, I’ve mostly waited for them to pass. It’s common enough for one to simply find a safe place to wait it all out. Every time I would begin to examine things, to think about what I felt, what I wanted, nothing touched, nothing mattered more than anything else. I’ve been lazy. Life rolled itself out and I shambled along sempre due passi indietro, always two steps behind. Fatalita, fate. Easy. No risks. Everything is someone else’s fault or merit. And so now, no more waiting.”