05/06/2026
At every wedding, there is usually someone who quietly catches my attention.
Not the loudest person in the room. Not necessarily the bride or groom.
Just someone whose face seems to carry a thousand stories.
More often than not, it’s an older guest.
While everyone else is busy celebrating, they’re sitting back, watching, smiling, remembering. Sometimes I find myself returning to them again and again with my camera.
This was one of those evenings.
Puglia, the sea, warm lights, spritzes, conversations drifting through the air, and a welcome dinner slowly settling into the night.
A beautiful excuse to spend a little more time with a stranger I’ll probably never see again.