Saint Weddings · Stories · No. 04
The Vineyard Waltz
A hilltop of young vines, a gown that moved like weather.
A hilltop of young vines, a gown that moved like weather. Doves at the arch, fog on the dance floor, and a train that swept the whole afternoon along behind it.
The vines were a year old, ankle high, all promise. It suited them. Everything at this wedding was at its beginning, the rows, the marriage, the evening, and the light kept getting better as if it knew.
When the dancing started, the fog machine and the sunset arrived at the same moment, and for one song the whole hilltop floated. We have photographed many first dances. Few of them levitated.
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“The vines were young, the vows were younger, the light was perfect.”
The Vineyard Waltz · Spring
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