Sometimes, rain happens on wedding days. Sometimes the plans change at the last minute and you’re moved indoors when you’ve been expecting to enjoy the outdoors. Sometimes, you have to hike up your wedding dress and trek through mud and giant wet leaves to get to one of the most incredible locations imaginable for portraits on your wedding day. This was one of those days.
I remember learning about the architecture behind Fallingwater House in art school. It was so surreal traipsing through a forest and ending up at the front door of a building I’d only seen in slides. Getting to shoot photos there? Mind blowing. Fallingwater House was incredible, the barn was incredible, and Eric and Emily get a billion cool points for having pepperoni rolls as a reception snack for their guests. Also, for knowing, and loving, my hometown’s very own Tudor’s Biscuit world (it’s greasy, it’s awesome, and I get sick almost every time I eat there. Which happens every time I get to travel back home). There was dancing, Italian string lights hung around a warm barn, and the night ended with a room full of their closest family and friends hugging in a circle, singing “Country Roads.” Also being from West Virginia, I couldn’t help but love everything about ending a wedding like this. In the words of John Denver, “the radio reminds me of my home far away.” Country roads, take me home.
