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. 

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.

Cooper & David // A San Francisco CA Wedding, ft. Pulgas Water Temple & The Bridge yard

Here is a story many years in the making. I’m not referring to these two people’s lives in so much as the actual event itself, which was postponed twice due to complications (worldwide plague anyone?). In the end it all came together. The backdrop was that of Californian historical landmarks. It was a day of many images, but I’ll leave you with a couple sounds to go with the visuals.

Filtered, the sound of a city making its way up just a few floors, through a cracked window as ties are fastened.

The hollow rush of water carried from a reservoir hundreds of miles away trickling in over cheers for a union.

Traffic rushing by in place of trains while they danced, the old train tracks now covered under their feet.

My, what a celebration.