The day began with an auspicious find: a four-leaf clover. And in this little vineyard love story, nothing could go wrong. Wedding photographers dream of those days that dawn with a mix of sun and clouds, a little drama in the sky and a sweeping breeze to ruffle dress layers and loose strands of hair. And on the ground at Running Hare Vineyard, this couple set me up for success.
I met Danny while we were both studying photography in Georgetown and to this day, I maintain he is one of the funniest guys I know. He met his match in high school, a strawberry-blond ball of fun named Kristi. To give you an idea of their effortlessly cool quirkiness: we shot their engagement photos around the premise of them serving as sweet and humorous table number displays. And on May 20, they brought together their jovial group of friends for a fanciful country affair, rife with mirth.
Kristi put her hair up in braids and carried a wildflower bouquet wrapped in lace, pinned with personal charms and broaches. Danny carried a timepiece and his new found piece of good-luck greenery. The bride’s dress flowed with draping layers of chiffon down to a satin pair of something-blues. And the party’s blend of eggplant, violet and gingham gave it all a purple punch. We spent a couple hours running through the vineyard rows, striking poses and cracking jokes. The wedding took place under a wooden archway on the grassy lawn. And, after exchanging vows, the party moved inside for dancing and a cake almost too pretty to cut. The reception really hit its high point when lyric sheets circled the room and Danny’s father led a rollicking rendition of “Danny Boy.”
When it was all said and done, Kristi slipped on a pair of Toms and a cardigan to guard against the evening chill. Because better late than never, another token of married fortune charmed their departure: wedding day rain.