We are not idealized wild things.
We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one day not be at all.
True beauty is a ray that springs from the sacred depths of the soul, and illuminates the body, just as life springs from the kernel of a stone and gives color and scent to a flower.
She cannot be beautiful, for beauty does not fully capture her luminousness. She is stardust in her dress, descended from the heavens to briefly brighten this world.
– PG
All images shot on film.
Katy is like a fairytale come to life! You’d never know it was over a 100 degrees and that Mother Nature bestowed upon her 250+ mosquito bites!
The genuine laughs, the thoughtful and curious interactions, how gently dad holds onto his daughters hand.
I am so grateful that I was entrusted to capture these special moments to live on forever. To spark their memories in a year from now, from a decade from now, on their daughters wedding day, and all the days after.