The Upper Midwest: As we drove north along 94 from Milwaukee to Minneapolis, the tress slowly thinned out to the point that they were almost entirely bare by the time we reached the Twin Cities. Even by the hardy standards of the far north, it was unusually cold for so early in October the day of Marie and Louis’s wedding, a fact belied by how happy they are in the pictures. (It even snowed very briefly while we were taking their portraits with the best man and maid of honor, and there wasn’t a single complaint from any of them.) It was so cold, in fact, that they moved the ceremony inside—and you know it’s cold when Minnesotans think it’s too cold to be outside—but it was lovely all the same.
So much of what makes a wedding is the location, and that is doubly true when the place has so helped shaped the bride or groom. In this case, it was the bride that hailed from the area, and when the Withrow Ballroom in Hugo, Minnesota filled with so many of her people, and some of his, it made the historic venue come alive. I would say the wedding screamed with the charm of Minnesota, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Minnesotan scream. So, I’ll just say that when the guests arrived, it seemed as if the energy of every event that had ever taken place there came to the surface to meet them, and that the gentle spirit of the place matched the couple and occasion perfectly. We hope we captured some of that energy, that spirit, and maybe even some of the history, in these pictures.