‘The sky opened up and cried – just for a brief moment. Someone up there was watching the whole time. She walked down the aisle with her daughter, but her father, missed and always remembered, cushioned the soles of her feet with a gentle rain as the ceremony was about to begin.’
I had the pleasure and honor of photographing a beautiful day – that’s how it always goes. And that’s because it’s always the truth. I am so grateful for the path in life that I’ve somehow been lucky enough to stumble upon, allowing me to witness love, family, faith, strength, passion, friendship, excitement and joy. To make memories is a job that I take very seriously… sometimes too seriously, perhaps. Stories tell themselves by movements and conversations – right before my eyes – and I get to capture them – like beautiful butterflies caught in a greenhouse – I get to examine their beauty – and then release them back into the garden, into the world, into the universe… where they belong.
When looking back at a day that I’ve photographed, sometimes the craziest thing to me is that it is all real. There is nothing contrived, fake or unauthentic about any of it. It all really happened. And it was all genuine. Even though it may have felt like a dream. This really is quite a wonderful world we live in…
“We don’t create a fantasy world to escape reality… we create it to be able to stay.” ~ Lynda Barry