The wedding was under the oaks. Moss dripped from the long reaching arms of mother nature. Home grown honey sealed the depths, of their love.
Sunlight and laughter echoed in God’s selected chamber.
Standing on love; reaching, perched high, we could hear the harmony, of Melody.
A special moment in time.
I am an early, morning riser. At 4 A.M. I sat up and opened my mind to thoughts of cars. Cars that would be parked, in front of the beautiful oaks, that create an outdoor chapel, for my friends to be married in.
I am going to be the photographer.
The photo above is from, one of the best planned weddings, that I ever had the opportunity to shoot.
Often, at weddings, I think, “what were they thinking?” So many seemingly small, however, important details are overlooked. It’s as if the planner, either didn’t care or didn’t know better. Continue reading OK!