Golden hour, no plan
They had a list of shots they'd seen online. We used none of them, and they've never once asked about the list.

The plan was a sunrise ceremony on the rocks. The fog had other ideas, so we moved breakfast up, read the vows in a parked car, and drove until the sky cleared.
By the time the light came, nobody was nervous anymore. They'd been laughing for two hours. That's the whole trick, honestly: time. Most of the photos they love came after I said "we're done."
Their gallery had 240 photos. They printed eleven.


