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.
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.
Sometimes, he helps her into the dress.
Sometimes, it’s balmy and breezeless during the month of February in Newfoundland.
Sometimes, instead of an officiant – you can have a song.
But you should always, be true to yourselves.
I wish I could shoot this wedding again, and again and again.
You will never in your life meet a more beautiful and genuinely caring person than Natasha. Her counterpart, Steve is the perfect ying to her yang. Their breathtaking timeless grace is complimented by the most amazing sense of humor and appreciation of a good time.
This was a little extra special, because of the dress. The dress was originally Natasha’s mothers, and over the course of a year it was transformed into the dress Natasha wore on her wedding day. I was lucky enough to visit the seamstress with her and capture the whole thing being made from start to finish; watching her mother help put it on her was emotional for the whole room.