Sandy and Chris had a very elegant February wedding. The Embassy Suites Hotel pulled out all the stops… the ceremony was held in the Fireside Room amid candles and rose petals. His two young sons gave Sandy a ring during the vows and the handkerchiefs were coming out of purses and pockets all over the room.
Afterwards, we did a few portraits on the mezzanine and they got the party rolling in the Queen Marie Ballroom.
It is always a treat to be a part of these celebrations!
This week’s post will be a little out of the established pattern…. hope you won’t mind. I have just started to refine my mobile site for those of you who live on your phones and tablets. Seems like anything that makes the looking easier has got to be a good thing, right? To that end, I am also including a new folder of random favorites in my Wedding Portfolio on this blog.
If you visit here from time to time, I am sure you will recognize many of these images but I think some of the new visitors might welcome a chance to see some of these without having to dig through the archives.
So grab a cup of coffee and come wander through a lot of pictures. Let me know if you have any questions… every one of these has a story behind it even if it’s just a small one. ;0) Continue reading →
Mariesa and Tyson had the most delightful take on the vintage thing that has been trending in our wedding world for the last couple of years. No mason jars or anything cliche in any way… the tables were decorated with old books and succulents laced with seashells and candles. The best part was the full-on participation of the crowd… lots of interesting clothes and some of the best music ever!
My mother hauled me out of school one rainy day in November of my senior year to drive her to Lynchburg, Virginia. She had been hired to shoot the small, seminary campus for an upcoming brochure. She had never gotten her driver’s license… mostly walking or biking to work all the years I knew her. On this particular Friday, she had decided that I would drive and that I would also shoot with her. Fine by me.
I remember sitting on the cold floor of the men’s dorm quietly watching the two guys studying at the end of the hall. I took three frames and in one of them the pipe completed the composition… I am not sure if they knew I was there.
Later, Mom studied these, smiling, and said they weren’t necessary for the brochure… she gave me one of the most important photographs of my life.