06/08/2026
I was lucky enough to spend a couple of days with my family. Can I tell you a little bit about my parents?
They got married against the wishes of my grandparents, because my father was a rebellious marxist with a beard. On the day of their wedding, they went to the courthouse, played a volleyball match afterwards, went to the pub with their friends and partied until 5 am. My father overslept and got fired. They’ve been married for 52 years.
They find deep joy in classical music (my father), photographing tiny wildflowers (my mother) and bringing people together (both of them).
They’re always ready to help other people. Throughout their lives they’ve fostered several kids, they’ve provided a home for refugees of war, they’ve always shared food with whatever stranger turned up on their doorstep (hungry or not).
74 and 78, and still up for trying new things. We took these photos last year, on a road trip through the Dolomites, after my father’s first ride ever on a cable lift.
My parents, my beacons, my rocks, my home, my cradle.
Life-livers standing brave in the river of time.
Living proof that you don’t need a big wedding for a lasting marriage, but a lot of empathy and a lot of joy sure do help.
For anyone telling me you’re shy to reach out because your wedding won’t be a grand affair, or the styling/budget will be limited - do you really think I don’t want to capture that pub full of friends at 4:30am, the hugs, the toasts, the boisterous laughs, the song singing, the final kiss before walking out into the dark winter morning?
I’d give anything.
