“To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love” (Jane Austen)
Isabel is the most complete & most beautiful incarnation of a Jane Austen novel I have ever met. She is full of grace & contemplated wisdom. Chatting with her will turn into good solid conversation eventually, without you noticing it. With joy I can say, we became friends in my time in Würzburg. Rainy, cold and grey Sunday afternoons turned into Sunday nights with many BBC classic series watched in the mean time. And slowly the picture of walking home after meetings at night changed into being always accompanied by a wonderful & talented young musician. I found tremendous delight in watching them off together week after week. Isabel´s family unites the beautiful hobby of attending formal dances together. Eventually night walks with David turned into balls together and well, steps of falling in love.
I was overjoyed on the news of their marriage & hopeful I still had a vacant spot in my calendar. They tied the knot in the farthest south of Germany. Driving down to the Allgäu I felt like getting out of the car & singing Sound of Music on every slope. But then I got to pet cows on Sunday and all was well.
We started with the most epic of first looks I have ever done! Think alpine panorama, me silently squeaking & Isabel walking up the hill towards David. I melted a little, right there! It was breathtaking!!!
We had the day before smartly decided, to take the portraits before the ceremony. As we were all settled nicely in the picturesque chapel thunder & storm broke loose. I had chills running down my back with the beauty of it. Isabel & David smiling contently at each other. It was perfect. Do I need to mention that the night ended with lots of dancing?
Dear Isabel & David, thank you so very much for this invitation! It was such an honour to witness everything from the closest seat! I loved seeing your joy! Be richly blessed on your journey together!
“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.” (Jane Austen)
Portrait location: around the hills of Bolsterlang
