Hannah & Patrick
Oheka Castle · September
The morning of Sarah and James's wedding, the fog over Bedminster did what New Jersey fog does best: it held the world in soft focus. Sarah's mother braided her hair in a windowsill, the way she had braided it when Sarah was a girl. The room smelled of coffee and gardenia. Outside, two horses moved slowly across a field that would not be there, in this exact light, ever again.
It is the photographer's small privilege to be present for these mornings — not to direct them, but to keep them. To stand quietly in the corner of a room and notice that the bride's grandmother is wearing the same earrings the bride is about to put on.
"I promise to be a good place
to come home to."
"Michael's gallery is a thing we will hand to our children. It is the kindest record of a day that already felt like a dream."