He glanced back down, and shut his eyes, a soft tear rolled down his cheek; as the music of the leaves triumphantly announced the arrival of his bride. He opened his eyes again and looked up. There she was; standing there, his soon to be wife. Everyone was looking at her. The glow of her beauty, like a fragrance, filled the air. He caught his breath, “I can’t believe she picked me” He said to himself, wiping away a tear from his eye.
It would only be weeks later when she would relive her day; when she would see it, her now husband, in the moment she arrived to marry him.
This is your story. This is my life. This is what I live for. This is pure joy. This is beauty.
My greatest joy is to capture the precious and raw beauty of the most beautiful day of your life.
To see things, to capture them, to let you relive them over and over through images and perspective, full of adventure and love.
I am a storyteller.
I would be honoured if I could tell the story of your love. A picture is worth a thousand words, so lets create a novel!