09/07/2026
The vow books were terracotta. The ribbon on the bouquet was cream. The rings sat in a box no bigger than a palm.
None of it was chosen to impress anyone. There was no one there to impress. Just the two of you, and the small things you picked because they felt like you.
This is what I love to photograph before anyone says a word. The objects you'll hold in shaking hands. The paper you wrote your vows on at your kitchen table. The details that quietly carry the whole weight of the day.
The mountains will do their part. The rest of it, the terracotta and the cream and the ring box, that's already yours 💛