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Vikki & Dan — Wedding Day

Filmed anoth­er love­ly wed­ding in the Fall. The cer­e­mo­ny was small and inti­mate with only a hand­ful of peo­ple invit­ed, tak­ing place at the tiny look­out on Rockcliffe Parkway, while the recep­tion was a great big par­ty at the RA Centre. One of the most unique things about this wed­ding were the paper lanterns giv­en to all the guests. By the end of night the sky was full of them, drift­ing away beau­ti­ful­ly above us.

It was anoth­er chance to work with the won­der­ful Liz, who is always on the top of my list of pho­tog­ra­phers I rec­om­mend for wed­dings. Not only do her pho­tos end up look­ing amaz­ing, she always works with me when cap­tur­ing all the impor­tant details, instead of against me, as I’ve noticed with some pho­tograpehrs. Check out the pho­tos in her sneak peak.

candy sushi

Also of note were the wed­ding favours, each box con­tain­ing a pair of can­dy sushi. The maki was made by rolling a flat sheet of Rice Krispie squares over a fill­ing of Gummy Worms, wrapped with Fruit Roll-Up. The nigiri had gum­my sharks as the fish, also tied togeth­er with a strip of Fruit By The Foot. Small, bite-sized packs of cute and delicious.

we put our feet just where they had to go

Our final days grow ever dark­er, but win­ter feels far away when I turn on the A/C in the car as we set off on the scenic route. It’s strange to think I’ll nev­er be here again. I do my best to take my time, to remem­ber the smell of every wood­en house and twirl of hair and cozy wind. This was nev­er a way for me to escape my life back home, only a jour­ney I knew I need­ed to take.

But the nov­el­ty of grey hair and almond eyes has long run out, and now I’m just a man, try­ing to find out where he belongs.

fountain

A mask that smiles.

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take me somewhere nice

It’s night, and a gen­tle song begins on my bed­side speak­er. Until this point, I’d always won­dered who’d be the first to hear this song with me. Whose breath I’d feel on my body as the melody got lost in the dark­ness along with our inhi­bi­tions. It wasn’t a song I’d been sav­ing, only one I nev­er had the chance to share until I found myself here, explor­ing the open fields and windswept moun­tains and towns in between.

Sarah and sweater

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The willing suspension of disbelief

The stars are clear out here. A train runs through the cen­tre a few times a day, blar­ing a horn as a warn­ing to peo­ple who may be going from build­ing to build­ing by cross­ing the tracks. It’s a tiny vil­lage in a snow­globe, only the snow hasn’t come.

I haven’t been around this many peo­ple in years. I’ve long won­dered what it’d be like to live this life one more time. To have rit­u­als and the­atre plans and reg­u­lar friends. None of this is real, of course, but I don’t mind pre­tend­ing if only for a lit­tle while.

girl in dorm room

Girlcave. Fucking awesome.

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this same flower that smiles today

I find myself resigned to someone’s care. It’s not an easy kind of con­trol to relin­quish, but late­ly I trust as lit­tle as pos­si­ble in the future and do my best to go along for the ride. As the old poem goes; be wise, strain the wine, or as Zorba would put it, “DON’T BE DELICATE”. I didn’t plan on liv­ing for­ev­er anyway.

On a cold night, we keep the only promise made, one of those small won­ders that still make me believe. I fit some­where between needs and wants, tem­po­rary relief and long-term side effects, class and home­work, nib­bled lips and bit­ten tongues.

in a field

 

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