These two doctors may have found each other a little later in life than some couples but their love was every bit as sweet and ‘on your sleeve’ as the twenty-something Mr. and Mrs. What fun to watch. I caught myself tearing up at the way Renee looked at Scott through out the night– even the gorillas and suspended whale skeleton didn’t have a chance. 🙂
Scott & Renee, I wish you every happiness in this new adventure: married life! I’m so happy you contacted us from all the way in Atlanta- it was an honor to photograph this special day. Enjoy.
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The flowers girls admiring their gloves-
Last minute wardrobe help from Dad:
You’re never too old to be heckled by your siblings… my siblings will back me up on this. 🙂
They were married in the Pulcher Butterfly wing (plastic dinosaurs and all manner of prehistoric glass-boxed critters looking on). Renee’s mother was the matron of honor. So sweet! She didn’t have dry eyes for more than a minute of the ceremony.
At the reception (in the Streets of Old Milwaukee exhibit) the details Renee’s family created were so fitting. I loved the huge pizzarelle wafer cookies and paper butterflies on each table, folded from pages of dictionaries and poetry books. You might notice the wooly mammoth… that’s for Scott, the grounded one. It was like a European dinner with friends, under the trees and the streetlights, everyone losing track of the time.
This was easily the darkest reception I’ve ever photographed. I walked through the space before things got started (gulp!) and knew a test was coming. By the time the reception rolled around I psyched for the challenge of maintaining a documentary style (no flash) without sacrificing technically. Some of these shots aren’t crystal clear but flash would have ruined the dim, romantic mood. This is one time ‘family member cameras’ didn’t stand a chance at capturing the ambiance and I think these reception images turned out well, under the circumstances… If you’re planning a candle lit ceremony, I’m ready. Let me at it. 🙂
My fav. The cobblestones alone get me. OK, and the bakery storefront (awww).
– Anne Bradstreet