It’s that time of year again — time for me to reflect on all that’s happened over the past twelve months. I’ve been dreading this post, actually. Which probably seems odd. But it means that this year is over. That it’s gone, folded into the pages of memory, and I’m not quite ready to let it go just yet. It was incredibly perfect. Everything I’ve been dreaming of since I launched this humble endeavor, and decided, once and for all to chase headlong into the chasm of dreaming-so-big-it’s-scary. This year has been – has meant – everything.
But much to my chagrin, and despite my resistance, the year is coming to a close. So it’s time to savor each and every moment I was able to spend with all of you. A walk down the aisle. A new baby. Friendship. Family. Joy. Your stories are my why, and every single time you step in front of my camera, with your heart full of trust and your eyes wide, I am thankful. I am humbled. I am amazed and awed and filled with overused adjectives that spill forth in a effort to express how I am so incessantly and constantly overwhelmed by how wonderful it is that I get to do this every day. That I get to stand alongside you as you etch your names onto the pages of your stories, your laugh lines and tears punctuating each paragraph, my photographs stuck in chapters, creased, but not worn. Steady. Timeless.
Thank you. Forever and always and more than these tiny words on a screen will ever be able to express. For your trust, and love, and kindness, and friendship. Most of all, thank you for extending the invitation to witness your stories unfold, and allowing me the opportunity to capture them – to document the beauty and imperfection and laughter and minutia – as authentically and honestly and beautifully as I can.
A few weekends ago I had the pleasure of venturing into the northwoods of Minnesota (huge shout out to my girl Kelsea for second shooting), to document a pretty-little summer wedding. I first met Danielle + Terry over coffee this last winter, and it was love-at-first-joke. Danielle + Terry are two of the wildest, weirdest and wonderful-est people I’ve ever met. I’ve never been around two people more in love with or committed to making the other laugh, and their wedding at Juliane James Place was a testament to their awkwardness, humor, and flawless style. From the painstakingly crafted paper flowers to the costumed and choreographed first dance, the pie – pizza and dessert! – to the handmade invitation suite (Danielle made them!), their wedding was beyond beautiful.
But this wedding was so much more than the pretty stuff. The editorial details. The paper and the cocktails and the china. This wedding was honest and real and laid back and fun. Exceptionally fun, actually. It was summer-meeting-autumn in the most magical way with soft light and a cool breeze. The sounds of the leaves rustling through the immense woods provided the soundtrack of the day, punctuated by the soft staccato of the last of summer’s cicadas. It was the beginning of the very best chapter of Danielle + Terry’s story so far, and so remarkably reflective of who they are as individuals – and who they’ve become together. They welcomed their day – and all who ventured into it – with open arms and a hearty laugh.
Here a few favorites from their beautiful day.
Chitra and Ben were married in central Wisconsin under sunny summer skies and cool autumn breezes. Their wedding was the perfect representation of each of them, from the lefse and beer and Wisconsin cheese plate to the Achaar (made by the couple’s incredible Indian condiments company, Brooklyn Delhi) and curried chickpeas and guests adorned with henna. Their wedding day was filled to bursting with culture and heritage and history. A perfect fusion of seasons. Of lives. Of two different stories – two different pasts – seamlessly merging into one new story as rich and intricate as the weaving on Chitra’s bridal sari. Here are a few favorites from their wedding day: