07/26/2026
Yesterday, I had the honor of photographing a beautiful wedding, and I'm still thinking about it today.
There's something so powerful about a traditional Catholic ceremony — the lazo draped over their shoulders as they knelt together, the arras exchanged as a promise of provision and trust, the quiet weight of a Mass that's been sacred for generations. Watching this couple kneel before the altar, hands joined, surrounded by family who've carried these same traditions for decades, was a reminder of how marriage is so much bigger than one day.
And then there was the bouquet. Her sister hand-beaded every single flower — thousands of tiny beads, stitched one by one into calla lilies and leaves that will never wilt. It's the kind of gift that takes months of quiet, patient love, and she got to carry it down the aisle. Their joined hands resting on top of it, rings catching the light, said everything about what this day was really about.
Congratulations to this beautiful couple — thank you for letting me witness it.