Sometimes, weddings do not go as planned. And sometimes, in the end, they go even better. The ceremony happens when it happens, the torn dress is lovingly sewn, a friend steps in at the very last minute to officiate. There is laughter, promises, and joyful tears. The things that actually matter.
On this late October evening, the light was as drawn to Zoe + Rowan, as they were to each other. The sun seemed to kiss them goodbye, as it slipped over the mountains. The waxing crescent moon smiled above. I did everything I could to fit it all in rectangles.
