We drove two hours after finishing the previous wedding and set up our tent by lantern light to arrive in time for the most wonderful weekend.
A camping adventure.
In the park where they met, so long ago.
Promises by the ocean.
The salt sea breeze of the warm summer night lingering, as they danced under the stars.
The rain didn’t seem like it was going to hold off, I was hopeful.
The wedding in the garden was going to happen.
Love finds a way.
I’m bad at blogging, I’ll be the first to admit it. We’ve shot some rad weddings that are begging to be shared.
I often crave a nap by the ocean after a long drive, and we frequently venture far enough off the highway to make one happen in Port Rexton.
The drive for the nap is worth it though, after the chocolates in Trinity, the Sandwich from Two Whales and of course, the cold one from The Brewery. Lying on the beach, with the cool breeze blowing the taste of salt onto your lips and the rocks, warm from the heat, pressing against your back – you hope the moment never ends.
That’s what shooting this wedding felt like.