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Grace & Alex // A walk through San Francisco ft. Lands End and the Golden Gate Bridge

Routine has always fascinated me. The way we fall into routine, become comfortable living within routine, and just as quickly as routine began it changes in the blink of an eye. I guess I always assumed change to occur slowly, gradually adapting over time. It doesn’t feel like that much these days. Perhaps it’s in hindsight that I see change the clearest, differentiating between then and now with a roadmap to guide me. I find myself in the midst of chapters changing regularly, not only for myself but also those whose stories I tell. Perpetually existing between two distinct chunks of life, never in the middle. 

That’s why home sessions have always been, and will always be, my absolute favorite. Homes are a place of routine, a reprieve from the ever changing world. An intimate space of comfort nestled safely in the middle of a chapter. I joined Grace and Alex on one of those safe days; a day where we spent a few minutes laughing at their table, wandering their garden, and exploring their neighborhood in a quiet spot just west of the Golden Gate Bridge. Along the way we made some art in San Francisco. 

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Cassandra & Kristiann // A San Francisco City Hall wedding ft. The Golden Gate Bridge

San Francisco city hall is a busy little beehive of a place. At any given time I can look across the huge central room and see five more versions of me running around also frantically taking photos. Couples pass in alternating black and white garb, all there for a singular purpose; turning the page of a new chapter. It was here that I met Cassandra and Kristiann, two beautiful people who had flown in from Ireland to tie the knot uniting their lives. With just a few friends around, each tasked with some job ranging from live-streamer to organizer, that is exactly what they did.

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Trisha & Danny // A Sacramento Wedding

This story is about a table. I’m not entirely sure where The Table came from, or how often he was used. If I had to venture a guess The Table lived most of his life in a garage, folded together neatly and stored out of the way. He would come out every now and then, someone rushing in to whisk him away and hastily throwing some cloth over him. He wasn’t pretty, very utilitarian, and though his life wasn’t active the few times he came out there was a guaranteed party. 

It was mid May, not exactly hot but maybe a bit warmer than comfortable. It was here that The Table found himself being set up neatly in a little park. The park itself was large, a few sports fields, a playground and some picnic tables nestled just off a lazy street in west Sacramento. People bustled about him. A vase, water bottle, some knickknacks and a computer were shuffled around. He enjoyed holding things, feeling useful. Everyone seemed so joyful, excitement filled the air. 

Trisha and Danny hadn’t planned on having their wedding this Saturday in May. A pandemic was in full swing, but in a stroke of luck their family was passing through Sacramento on the same day. In the span of a couple days they planned an impromptu celebration. It featured masks, a rather lengthy Zoom call, and a good bit of distance between families. But I’ll let the photos tell the rest. 

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