Tell me you know this feeling. That in which you slowly become aware of the light on the other side of your eyelids, attempt to burrow your head into the down alternative just so, hoping maybe if you can remain hidden from morning’s singing fingers, you might, at least for a little while more, stay here in this soft motion dreamscape.
February 22, 2014 was a spectacle with a pulse. It was dancing in slow motion to all of your favorite songs, as every person you ever loved spun dizzy circles about you and your new husband, all of you leaving light trails behind fluttering skirts and tailcoats, timed exposure through living lenses.
I know I’ve been absent, both in posting and presence. This wedding and its execution was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before or will again. It was consumptive. It was wild. It was breathless. It was beautiful.
I’m back now. Back to life. Back to this blog – growing it, redesigning it. Back to opening my photography business. Learning to be a wife. Studying the art of image capture. Preparing for our European honeymoon at the end of this month. Looking outward towards new adventures, untouched places, passport stamps, and things so incredible I can’t even see them yet.
Thank you to those of you who have stuck with me; who have kept up with me on Instagram and Facebook and Twitter and left words of love and caring, sharing my excitement as each moment came; who have come here and visited each day, though I’ve posted nothing new. I’ve seen you come; visiting the door of a beloved place, though the sign read Closed, and leaving flowers.
For today, I leave you with this. A few of many images and videos I’ll share with you in the coming turn of the calendar. In the theme of this almost-too-perfect-to-be-real fairytale, we had not one, but two incredible photographers present (and an incredible videographer whose work will be featured here shortly). One was Chip Litherland, who handily awed me with his heart-stopping imagery. He was the first vendor I chose, and I based all of the rest of my budget around him. I’d have given up almost anything else I paid for to have him shoot my wedding. Take it for gold when I say that image capture is the single most important part of a wedding aside from the love and the people who make it real.
The second photographer was also a dear friend. Captain Bill actually pronounced our marriage, and wrote a beautiful ceremony for the occasion. We both cried upon hearing it over Skype. With his blessing I’ll share that with you here soon. Captain Bill, as it were, also happens to be a pro photographer and videographer, one who couldn’t be hired for obvious reasons, but also one who always has his Mark III and trusty red ring lenses in tow. Below are a few of their images (credits below each) as they’ve trickled in.
If a dream could be bottled, made to live forever in a glass jar, and loved over and over again for endless time, this would be it.