03/23/2026
I stopped by my parents’ house this weekend and found myself flipping through their wedding album. Sometimes I just get the urge to travel back.
I’ve always loved art and photography, but the more years I spend in weddings, the more I appreciate the nostalgia of it all.
There’s something about older photographs, the color, the grain, the imperfection.
Before everything had to match. Before the pressure to perfect. The trends just felt lighter.
Just moments.