10/21/2026
All of these wedding photos are from my family archive and they make me so happy 🤩 and I think they can teach us so many lessons.
Some look professional, others like somebody handed a camera to a reasonably sober relative and hoped for the best.
They’re not all technically great. I remain, shockingly, obsessed and hella inspired.
It’s my family. I love their fashion, the hairstyles, and the silent intricacies between people. The questionable church carpeting is just a bonus. I would care about these people regardless of how beautifully someone photographed them or how “aesthetic” their wedding was.
And someone took these pictures, developed them, printed them, and kept them safe. Decades later, I get to meet versions of people I never knew, or only knew as old people. How cool is that?
Lately it feels like the internet is trying to convince us that every wedding needs to be the most interesting event anyone’s ever attended. Everyone’s running around trying to reinvent the wheel. Couples are overwhelmed (and broke), vendors are trying to outdo each other, and I think we’ve collectively lost the plot a little.
And listen, I LOVE what we’re capable of creating now. The freedom to document a wedding in a hundred different ways. It’s a hell of a thing to do for a living. We are LUCKY!
But sometimes I think this industry needs to go touch grass. Myself included. 👀
Looking at these photos, I’m reminded that weddings were already full of stories before we started trying so damn hard to tell them.
People were just getting married and living their lives, and someone happened to be there with a camera, paid or not. Nobody was thinking about how these photos would look on the interwebz 50–80 years later. They were just making memories, and thankfully somebody kept the evidence.
I want to make beautiful and meaningful work. I always will. But I also want to be real with myself about what’s driving me and remember that someday, somebody might look straight past my very impressive composition of a perfectly styled reception, because they spotted their grandma in the background. And I am really ok with that. I think that’s what it’s all about in the end 🙂