We thought we’d timed it perfectly–I’d have wrapped up wedding season, and certainly I would have found my rhythm with my fledgling business by then. So, when we learned we were expecting — and due on a weekend I’d booked not one, but TWO weddings — we realized we’d toasted to our “perfect” plan a touch too soon.
But there’s never an ideal time to have a baby, right?
In days of old, when it was rare for couples to have their nuptials photographed, it wasn’t at all uncommon for a bride’s family to commission a photographer in advance of the wedding to create bridal portraits to commemorate the occasion. You’ve seen them – faded but treasured family heirlooms tucked away in your grandparents’ albums; blushing brides in black and white.
A modern take on this custom lives on today, mainly south of the Mason-Dixon line. I had the opportunity to capture bridals for Kelli on a very cold day this winter, just days before she wed — and what an afternoon it was. She was all smiles and butterflies, wearing her gown for the first time, and realizing how soon she would become a Mrs. Thank you, Kelli, for braving the snow and frigid air to grab some beauties in the oh-so-lovely winter light. You were a vision! xo