In early October, I had the privilege of shooting this beautiful mountain-top wedding at the Blueberry Villa Winery in Banner Elk. Carolyn Clark, today's stunning bride, is an avid blogger and DIY wedding star writing for yahoo, wedding bee and various other blogs, vlogs and who knows what else- this girl is busy! You can visit one of her sites, Serendipity and Spark, to see her latest creative finds, DIY projects and personal moments of spark.
Being a southern girl at heart, Carolyn moved to NYC years ago for her career, but came back to North Carolina for her wedding... and what a good idea she had...
Carolyn and Alan rented an amazing Villa where friends and family stayed to have a relaxing weekend in the mountains before the wedding!
Here's a shot of the honeymoon suite...
That's right, this bride made a pocket schedule of the weekend timeline so everyone would be informed!!! I love it!
Hello fellow bloggies… I have some things to tell you. First, if you didn’t know… I am currently “withchild” and am taking my photo-blogging a little slow as I am catching up on editing the most beautiful weddings ever, which I will share with you in the next months, but currently have a little hump to get through with this trimester and then will be back in business! (and weirdly, the color of my blog makes me nauseous right now.) I also have added some new photographers to my team... and I'll write more about what that means coming up...
SO, instead of posting photos for this week, I’m going to share a little piece of my current memoirs… because writing is an old flame of mine that I’d like to introduce you to. So here it goes… AND... I have no idea what I'm having... these are just thoughts.
Sometimes I imagine having a daughter and her possibly curly hair or dark eyes, and her rain boots that I will buy her… and then suddenly I am imagining myself, in my 4 year old body picking flowers and singing in our old walled-off back yard, in my quiet little world of prancing in the spring. I wonder what she will go through- if she would cry in the car because her little feet just wouldn’t point in ballet class, or if she would come home crying from school because somehow the boys in her class found a way to make a sexual innuendo out of her name.
I remember being obsessed with bouquets as a little girl. Every spring I would make a “bouquet” of flowers- just like the brides had, and I would bring them inside with their branchie bugs all over them. I remember once sneaking under the line of single ladies at a wedding and rushing the women to grab that bouquet with my little puffy sleeves and “part-long” hair, and the bride reluctantly giving the throw bouquet to me, and my mother being mad in the car that I stole some chance for a real girl to get married. But I just wanted a bouquet of flowers so bad… the kind they used to make with those old white handles that all the 80’s flowers were pushed in. Today, weddings are much too cool. Ambience, soundtracks, designer dresses, wedding blogs, Do-it-yourself projects, perfectly monogrammed napkins or vintage table clothes… but sometimes, just sometimes after my 1,000th beautiful wedding, I miss that old gymnasium reception with potluck meatballs and punch served in granny glasses- sometimes out of a plugged-in fountain.
And then I think again of my daughter and what her name would be, and I imagine such a beautiful girl with that name, and her mysterious self working as a 20-somethings in a coffee shop, and her quiet world of going home to a tiny apartment and sitting in a clawfoot tub drinking merlot listening to the squeaks of the floors above her, pondering a boy, or the lack of a boy and writing poetry in her head while listening to George Winston… as I am now… listening to George Winston…
And then I imagine the handsome man she will meet, and how he will do many things to woo her and how she will be unsure at first, but maybe his smile is sweet…
And then I think to myself, “my she has a lot to do in her life…” and then I realize I am her but I also want to be her… brand new, a lot to live, tiny apartments and college, dreaming of one day, instead of being in one day and still dreaming of one day.
And as I ponder all this, with my candles, music and sweet tea beside me, my husband walks in and says, “smells like farts and perfume in here,” and then I realize I will probably have a baby boy who says things just like that.
SO, instead of posting photos for this week, I’m going to share a little piece of my current memoirs… because writing is an old flame of mine that I’d like to introduce you to. So here it goes… AND... I have no idea what I'm having... these are just thoughts.
Sometimes I imagine having a daughter and her possibly curly hair or dark eyes, and her rain boots that I will buy her… and then suddenly I am imagining myself, in my 4 year old body picking flowers and singing in our old walled-off back yard, in my quiet little world of prancing in the spring. I wonder what she will go through- if she would cry in the car because her little feet just wouldn’t point in ballet class, or if she would come home crying from school because somehow the boys in her class found a way to make a sexual innuendo out of her name.
I remember being obsessed with bouquets as a little girl. Every spring I would make a “bouquet” of flowers- just like the brides had, and I would bring them inside with their branchie bugs all over them. I remember once sneaking under the line of single ladies at a wedding and rushing the women to grab that bouquet with my little puffy sleeves and “part-long” hair, and the bride reluctantly giving the throw bouquet to me, and my mother being mad in the car that I stole some chance for a real girl to get married. But I just wanted a bouquet of flowers so bad… the kind they used to make with those old white handles that all the 80’s flowers were pushed in. Today, weddings are much too cool. Ambience, soundtracks, designer dresses, wedding blogs, Do-it-yourself projects, perfectly monogrammed napkins or vintage table clothes… but sometimes, just sometimes after my 1,000th beautiful wedding, I miss that old gymnasium reception with potluck meatballs and punch served in granny glasses- sometimes out of a plugged-in fountain.
And then I think again of my daughter and what her name would be, and I imagine such a beautiful girl with that name, and her mysterious self working as a 20-somethings in a coffee shop, and her quiet world of going home to a tiny apartment and sitting in a clawfoot tub drinking merlot listening to the squeaks of the floors above her, pondering a boy, or the lack of a boy and writing poetry in her head while listening to George Winston… as I am now… listening to George Winston…
And then I imagine the handsome man she will meet, and how he will do many things to woo her and how she will be unsure at first, but maybe his smile is sweet…
And then I think to myself, “my she has a lot to do in her life…” and then I realize I am her but I also want to be her… brand new, a lot to live, tiny apartments and college, dreaming of one day, instead of being in one day and still dreaming of one day.
And as I ponder all this, with my candles, music and sweet tea beside me, my husband walks in and says, “smells like farts and perfume in here,” and then I realize I will probably have a baby boy who says things just like that.
And here it is... Part 2 of Charis and Luke's beautiful farm wedding! Enjoy!
Fall is here! Unfortunately I have been spending most of my fall under the covers staying very still, due to recent news and sickness, BUT it hasn't kept me from shooting the most amazing weddings on the weekends! I have been everywhere from farms, gardens, mountains, and downtown cities to shoot these lovely events... and they have been the most beautiful occasions so far!
As the lovely Charis has been gracing the blog for the past few weeks, her wedding is finally ready to view! And what a day this was!
The event was held at Sharon Rose Farm in Greenville, SC. When Charis and her maids walked into the venue someone said, "It looks like an anthropologie catalogue just walked in!"
The ceremony and reception were held in a red renovated horse barn, it was beautiful. It was such a nice mix of rustic farm, elegant chandeliers and vintage flare. I LOVEd it! Look how elegant this space is!
There were mason jars with wild flowers, and baskets of peanuts on cocktail tables as guests mingled and sipped lemonade before the entering the barn!
An old type writer to write notes to the bride and groom, and a sweet bird cage to put them in!
A red bus, provided by the farm, to carriage guests to the wedding!
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