When Jeremy and Rachelle sat down to start scheming their wedding, the daunting thought of picking a venue, creating a menu, guest listing and all the other odds and ends became a reality. Not to mention the huge financial costs. They sat there mutely supposing it over until Rachelle said: “Why don’t we get married in Iceland instead? ”.
A few weeks later, with no decide plans, Jeremy and Rachelle were living out of van travelling around Iceland. They were hiking over glaciers, under waterfalls, exploring moss worlds, played with ponies, and relaxing in hot springs. All with the idea that they would know the spot to get married when they found it.
One day they discovered the ancient ruinings of an old church, the only constructing to survive a volcanic eruption that took place long ago. The lava flowing from the eruption parted styles and ran around the church sparring it. Immediately Jeremy and Rachelle knew they had procured their locating. On the spot they exchanged their pledges, in what has to be the most intimate style possible; alone together, with only the natural environment as witness. Jeremy devoted Rachelle her ring, and she devoted him his. They kissed, hugged, and jumped back in the van to continue their adventure.
With the extra money Jeremy and Rachelle saved by not having a traditional wedding, they were able to afford to fly me out at the end of their time in Iceland to document the journey. I am a fine art photographer who quit the fashion industry 5 years ago to live in a cabin in the woods.