10/20/2026
The photographs you treasure most from your wedding day twenty years from now may not be the same ones you love today.
Because time has a strange way of changing the value of things.
Days turn into months. Months turn into years. And somewhere along the way, the children grow older, the people we love begin to change, and some of the faces that once filled a room are no longer here.
And suddenly, we find ourselves searching through old photographs.
Not necessarily to remember what the day looked like, but to remember what it felt like.
To see someone’s smile one more time. To remember their laughter. To be reminded of what it was like when everyone we loved was together in the same room.
That’s what I look for when I photograph a wedding.
The relationships. The quiet exchanges. The little girl watching her father dance with his mother. The tear falling down someone’s cheek when nobody else is paying attention. The nervous parents meeting their new family for the first time.
All these beautiful, ordinary moments unfolding at once.
Moments that may not seem particularly important today, but might mean everything someday.
I move through a wedding quietly, almost like a gentle dance, observing the things happening between the things everyone expects me to photograph.
Because I’ve come to realize that the true value of these photographs isn’t always revealed when I deliver the gallery.
Sometimes it takes ten years.
Sometimes twenty.
Sometimes it takes losing someone we love to understand just how precious an ordinary photograph can become.
And that’s the part of photography that continues to move me.
Knowing that something I capture today might one day become someone’s way of remembering a person, a relationship, or a season of life they can never return to.
I wonder about the photographs I’ve taken over the years. How those families have changed. How the children have grown. Who is still here. Who is deeply missed.
And how differently those same photographs must feel now.
Maybe that’s why, as I get older, I find myself paying closer attention to the smallest things.
Because the moments we barely notice while we’re living them often become the ones we wish we could experience just one more time.
Time is strange.
It moves forward without asking us to pay attention.
But somehow, through a photograph, the past can find its way back into the present.
And for just a moment, we get to feel it all over again.
