It had grown sweet-tongued by dreaming
Of a flutter of flower-like hair;
But she took up her fan from the table
And waved it off on the air.
'I have cap and bells,’ he pondered,
'I will send them to her and die’;
And when the morning whitened
He left them where she went by.
She laid them upon her bosom,
Under a cloud of her hair,
And her red lips sang them a love-song
Till stars grew out of the air.
She opened her door and her window,
And the heart and the soul came through,
To her right hand came the red one,
To her left hand came the blue.
They set up a noise like crickets,
A chattering wise and sweet,
And her hair was a folded flower
And the quiet of love in her feet.
What an incredible pleasure to share these images, featured in Belle Lumiere Magazine, with you. This workshop was a labor of love, and I can't put into words how blessed I am to work with such talented creatives, and to teach and share with such delightful photographers.
Venue: Pippin Hill Farm and Vineyard | Styling and Creative Direction: Ginny Au | Hair and Makeup: Lora Kelley | Botanical Elements: Beehive Events | Rentals: 12th table | Wedding Gown: Nearly Newlywed | Videography: Bubblerock | Calligraphy: Script Merchant | Film Developing: Film Box Lab | Kodak Alaris | Contax Rental