It was a greyish kind of morning, for the snuggly hearted, the most coveted kind– evidences of a slow moving sunrise casually checking up on the landscapes every here and there, but mostly the silver sky kind-of-day rising before the waking world. We all know the sort, the kind that begs you to stay under a fluffy down just two-maybe-threeee more minutes, eyes breaking open only to flutter at the ceiling above; it was a morning that was relaxed and patient and moment savoring in nature.
She woke to the promises of good company and elegance and heart sworn oaths, and to that end, she had no concerns or reason for any for that matter. But up she rose, with the incentivizing help of a perfect day at her toes. Along an old fashioned east coast highway, somewhere right outside of the great city of Philadelphia, somewhere after a right turn followed by the swinging open of two astute iron gates, she traveled on. Behind these gates unveiled a soon nostalgic scene of their wedding day, her uncontrollable reveries now taking on their own lifeforms, and she followed after them like children after storybook fireflies– all the way along a wide road between autumn trees, leading to a castle that would be their marrying ground. I followed close behind, camera and notes in hand.
Amber and mustard and emerald and finely burnt burgundy waved from treetops above. They were happy to host the celebration, and the celebration was already a host of happy. Between these greetings of color tossed earth, the brick and mortar and stone shelter waited in place, and that was where he waited with his people, tux-ed and combed, and spirit loaded with all his own reasons for readiness. He looked as handsome as they come, dapper was the first word that came to mind, a groom for the first and very last time; and thus reason for some timely lit nerves that lingered all morning long. They longed for each other from separate ends of the estate.
It was a matter of nothing but time, and a lengthy (and regal) staircase, that now kept them from forever-yours. Private commitments were already made long ago, daydreams of growing old together (and playing jokes on “younger humans”) have been in the making for years, but this day distinguished itself because to them, there’s something really sacred about becoming family. About not just leaving it at best-friends or lovers, but truly receiving each other as one’s own flesh and blood.
And that is what we witnessed mid-October, at the fairytale doorstep of Cairnwood Estate. We publicly witnessed an exchange of what had been intiamtely increasing the past few years. Wildly (but not coincidentally) enough, it was the only time of day that the blanketing clouds parted, and sun fully emerged from beneath. It was uncanny in timing, a spotlight or highlighting of what was true. What had cozily been for a long time became far too effervescent to remain casual another minute, and thus it burned and shined and shimmied, rising its way into visual memory.
While still favoring the unchangeably snuggly and intimate temperament of the day, and also their affections, it was an honor to be among the dramatic landscape the sun stopped to shine upon. It was as if we– the leaves, the sky, the city, the guests, the family, and that well dressed autumn air– all shared in the breaking through– the spotlight, the highlight, the glow of a glorious thing.
RAVES & THANKS
Venue: Cairnwood, Philadelphia
Photographer/Journalist: Whitney Darling Photography
Second Shooter: Dawn Alexandra Photography
Florist: Beautiful Blooms
Videographer: Well Spun Wedding Films
Hair & Makeup: Blue Hair Salon
Dress: Alvina Valenta from Marry Me Bridal
Tux: Hugo boss
Officiant: Humbleman Weddings
Caterer: Jeffrey Miller Catering
Band: Philly Event Group