Get Happy: Sarah and Brady's Deale, Maryland Wedding

A quirky venue.

A killer DJ/ playlist.

A mildly daunting bridal party boat ride.

A fun-loving couple who just so happened to be easy on the eyes.

Sure it, rained, but I’m pretty sure that not one single person cared.

Because it was that fun.

Venue/ catering: Happy Harbor

Dress: BHLDN

Suit: Indochino

DJ: Eddie Walk

Bakery: Kelly at Bell House Bakery

doing the work

For years, I thought I wanted a farm. I would look at listings. Occasionally visit properties. I'd fantasize about chickens and fields of greens, a bee hive humming somewhere in the distance.

I think small, sustainable agriculture is important. I believe that paying the people who grow your wood a living wage is moral duty.  I wanted to be a part of that.

It was a pleasant idea to spend long afternoons with, but eventually I realized that I am not meant to farm. I hate yard work and we like to leave home for weeks and weekends. 

I also realized that I can still be a part of the ideas that mean so much to me by supporting farms and farmers who are gentle with the earth, who grow food honestly.

My friends Becky and Mark do that. They make a lot of sacrifices so that they can do this work. They struggle through seasons that are too wet or too dry. Through pests  and slow markets. They work long days in all weather without huge financial returns. 

I'm proud to call them my friends.

Redtree Farmstead 

This is a video I made last year: At Redtree Farmstead

And another video from a couple of years ago when they were on a different piece of land: Alamae Turns One

different

Leo Tolstoy, I'm hear to tell you that you are wrong. All happy families are not alike. 

I see them. The way some love quietly and some love boldly.

I watch as some adventure and as other's prefer the refuge of home.

Yes, they all have a light, the glow of people who love well and are loved in return. 

But you weren't there as I pulled up to see a barefoot, dapper teen pick a dew covered rose for his mother before he realized anyone else was there.

And you didn't witness the way each son wanted his turn to lean on to his mother and smile for a camera so that the future would know how much he loved her. 

You didn't see the pride on the smallest face as she wore the dress made just for the occasion.

How they laughed with each other, even when they teased. 

How their home was such a magnet that even the neighbor's cat came in and out as he pleased.

I have made a job of studying happy families, Leo. And I've never seen one quite like this.

always sisters

As we walked around Jefferson Patterson Park, there were more than a few strange looks. Three brides? And there are plenty of jokes to be made. Sister wives?

But strange looks, jokes, and confusion aside, these sisters are beautiful and a pleasure to photograph.  They have fun when they are together. They laugh and move with ease, teasing each other and complimenting one another in the same breath. 

So much of my identity as woman comes from my understanding of what it means to be a sister. What it means to have years of jokes and hurt feelings living together in a memory of unconditional love.  Getting to spend a golden hour with these three sisters reminded me of the power of sisterhood. And certainly the beauty of it.