An apology is on the tip of my tongue, however, I think I will swallow it, here’s why: I was going to apologize for not posting as frequently as we all would like. I won’t because the reasons we haven’t have been splendidly worth while. Family, building this company, friends, and most splendid of all... contemplation in the wild power of the Rockies. This post is written in new territory for our business, new perspective, and renewed focus. We are enjoying this stage of things, and enjoying it at the generous mentorship of so many, whether they realize their role or not. I will write on all this later, but for now, let’s get on with this wedding.
Man, we did this way back in oh eight. Seems like so long ago, yet still so fresh in our mind. This wedding strolls through our mind with the crisp fresh fall air of Ottawa’s ByWard Market. We fell in love with Ottawa immediately, my brother’s fond memories of this past home of his, linking with a sudden awareness and vibrant agreement. Easily, this place has risen to our number one Canadian city of choice. Again, I will post on all this later. I am getting buried in memory here and need to focus on the task at hand. Too much has gone by without giving deserved attention and I will give due posting. Note to self: 1 post in regards to mentorship, 1 post about Ottawa/Quebec trip... coming soon.
Okay, Mat and Roz’s wedding was building a fabulous momentum at this point. Last post we left off at the breaching of the ceremony. The ceremony was romantically warmed by the early afternoon light of fall, leaning through the aged stained glass and finding ample room to lift into the historic space of St. Joseph’s Parish. Every aspect of St. Joseph’s was reaching, reaching high and we loved the dramatic height outside and in. The ceremony had an elegant rhythm and strolled out into the afternoon sun and the edge of autumn. The wedding party and we, the eager photographers, climbed into a street car and loitered through downtown Ottawa. If downtown Ottawa is anything, it’s historic and we went from the University to Parliament Hill and just about everything in between, Rideau Street, the Rideau Canal, the Chateau Laurier Hotel... awesome. So, awesome, we saw three other photographers scurrying through the tourists, gowns and tuxedos in tow.
Despite being slowed by the cold, the momentum carried us into the warmth of the reception at the Metropolitan Brasserie Restaurant. The food was beautiful, the atmosphere was gleefully content, emotional and sincere, hilarious and all in all an awesome party, the best party we’ve been at yet. We couldn’t be coerced into joining the fun until our batteries were all dead and our memory cards were all full. And then we jumped onto the dance floor, we felt a part of the family, a part of the party. We had so much fun, enjoyed everybody and every moment. We left the laughter, the dancing, the celebration and walked into the cool night and the busy streets of one a.m. and strolled with content grins back to our hotel. We spent the next morning with Mat and Roz and a handful of family and friends sharing brunch. When it came time to say goodbye we were reluctant. It felt like we were leaving family at Christmas. Thank you Mat and Roz for your generosity, your warmth and for giving us such a rewarding opportunity. It was awesome.
































































