Ojala Floral Wedding Gallery for Kristi & Erik
I worked a mister over the flowers on the green grass where I had arranged stone garden urns overflowing with white, heavily petaled blooms to create a semi-circle at the ceremony site. I was thankful for the overarching oaks which provided solace from the sun, and I knew the flowers were also grateful. I walked back into the home to bring the photographer loose blossoms for detail shots.
i saw Kristi kneeling on the ground of the lush, covered patio in her floor length, white lounging gown where she sewed a jeweled heirloom into the handle of her bouquet as her true blues encircled her iN floral print robes, giggles abounding.
I moved my botanical bounty the length of the estate by foot, the scent of eucalyptus garlands coalescing with field lavender. The day was warm and ladened with soft sunlight.
Event Coordinator. White Sage Events | Photography. Taryn Grey Photography
a sacred meeting of the moment
It was a fine, late May day when mustard and lavender season meet. A curving road through rolling yellow hillside brought me to a dusty, dirt road which brought me to the doorstep of lavender fields spreading their scent on a late spring breeze.
I knocked on the door of the farmhouse to no answer, stepping inside with the pastel bridal bouquet of creamy garden roses laced with feathered astible, button ranunculus layered in petals, all set amidst a bed of wild rose vine and dotted with lavender sprigs. There was a stillness to the home as I poked around corners to find Kristi, relaxed and lovely as her hair was being done.
I moved my botanical bounty the length of the estate by foot, the scent of eucalyptus garlands coalescing with field lavender. The day was warm and ladened with soft sunlight. I worked a mister over the flowers on the green grass where I had arranged stone garden urns overflowing with white, heavily petaled blooms to create a semi-circle at the ceremony site. I was thankful for the overarching oaks which provided solace from the sun, and I knew the flowers were also grateful. I walked back into the home to bring the photographer loose blossoms for detail shots. I saw Kristi kneeling on the ground of the lush, covered patio in her floor length, white lounging gown where she sewed a jeweled heirloom into the handle of her bouquet as her true blues encircled her in floral print robes, giggles abounding.
Last little bits of bright and quiet anticipation ripened by spring unfolded. The women went inside to don their formal attire, butterflies sought stillness in a nearby honeysuckle vine, bubbly was being poured into crystalline flutes to be raised in celebration and the flowers were drinking the last little beads of water on their velvety skin before guests would turn their heads under the shady lawn of an old oak tree to see the bride, being seen by her groom for the first time. Sunlight speckling, insects dancing, breeze breezing, flowers fragrancing- as they do but today, all for this one sacred meeting of the moment.