There’s something almost sacred about the morning of a wedding. The air feels different—lighter, sweeter, like it’s carrying a secret only the day itself knows. When you wake, the room seems touched with a soft glow, as if the sun rose just to witness what’s about to unfold. The scent of fresh flowers drifts in, mingling with perfume and pressed fabric, a quiet reminder of love stitched into every detail.
There’s a hush of anticipation that hangs in the air, broken only by laughter spilling from nearby rooms, the rustle of dresses, the steady rhythm of footsteps. Faces glow brighter than usual, not just from makeup or careful preparation, but from something deeper—the raw emotion of knowing that today is not like any other day. You catch it in the curve of a smile, in teary eyes that can’t quite hide their joy, in the way voices quiver ever so slightly when speaking.
It’s a day where time slows, every moment feels suspended—each breath, each glance, each touch charged with meaning. A wedding isn’t just an event; it’s the poetry of two lives converging, painted in colors the heart remembers forever.
That’s what I capture.
