The setting was a beautiful, old manor house. The ceremony was to take place in the garden amid the late summer splendor - the soft canopy of the surrounding trees caught in the transition from deep summer greens to the warm shades of autumn. It was picturesque.
I can only image what a bride feels
planning her wedding - all the details, vendors and little things that require
her attention. The morning of is surely a rush of last minute details,
misplaced items, nerves and adrenaline. Surrounded by her closest family and
friends the bride can lose herself to the rhythm of the chaos. But there
comes a time, when alone and surrounded by nothing but beating of her heart in
her ears, she realizes that she is the bride, and this is her
wedding.
Of all the photos I took that day, this
was the truest expression of the bride before her wedding that I had seen.
Finally alone, the momentousness of what was about to unfold washed over her.
The months of planning and preparation were about to come together, their
destiny finally realized. It was in this stillness, on our way to take a
few pre-ceremony photographs, that I turned to find my bride lost in thought
and awash in the light from the window – being for the first time, not the
bride that everything centered around, but the bride that was about to begin
her journey through life with her soon-to-be husband.
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