The love story of The Arbors.
“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
― Louis de Bernières, Corelli's Mandolin
Cara, the morning fairy.
Lower east side, New York, February 2017.
I now pronounce you Mr. & Mrs. Berry.
Queens County Farm, New York, October 2016.
Kristin embarks on the journey of baby Atlas.
Greenfield Lake, North Carolina, Summer 2016.
Oktoberfest & fireplaces,
misty air & mountain roads,
good times & beautiful people.
Bear Mountain, New York with friends, September 2016.
The one who inspires me to live my best life. My beautiful, little free spirit.
My sister, Sarah.
The North End at Carolina Beach North Carolina, November 2016.
"Love is better the second time around."
I now pronounce you Mr. & Mrs. Ricci.
High school sweethearts, reconnected, Eline & Chris.
Florida, June 2016.
Riding waves & clearing heads.
Surfing with friends - Carolina Beach, North Carolina October 2016.
When Robyn & Aaron said "I do" on an empty beach under the setting sun.
Montauk, New York, September 2015.
Aspiring, fellow creatives.
A constant reminder that life can be full of triumph and happiness.
My niece, Lillian.
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My breath of fresh air.
Montauk, New York, January 2017.