Blue as cornflowers, delphiniums, bachelors’ buttons. Blue as Roquefort , blue as Saga
Blue as still water. Blue as the eyes of a Siamese cat. Blue as shadows on new snow, as a spring,
azure sipping from a puddle on the blacktop.
Red as henna, as cinnamon, as coals after the fire is banked, the cardinal in the feeder,
the roses tumbling on the arbor, their weight bending the wood,
the red of the syrup I make from petals.
-by Marge Piercy
I loved being able to sneak one quick frame of Dad before he realized. He was reading a lovely note from his Daughter….and New Englanders never share enough emotion. Bring it on. Weddings are where you should let it all out, plus, it makes my job so sweet and easy.
I love a packed house, and I also love that hosting weddings at restaurants are on the rise! Beautiful, unique spaces for hosting that don’t require a thing….and amazing food and service. Pagu killed it.
A simple and fun, found detail spotted while the bridal party was dancing, drinking champagne and getting ready for the day.
Sister, Father, Grandmother, Grandfather and Mom at the Ketubah signing and ceremony.
I hope this one photograph quickly sums up, and gives a feel for, the vibe of this welcome and rehearsal dinner up in Maine at the Migis Lodge.
It’s true, I am a sucker for reflections. Often they seem to capture the mystery, magic, and soft romanticism of a wedding day that passes quickly, with moments that seem like a remembered dream.