Finding My Way Back to Weddings

I’ve always loved weddings. The day, the smiles, the atmosphere thick with happiness. There’s nothing quite like seeing so many people come together for one reason to share in something special, to be a part of a moment bigger than themselves.

This time, though, it wasn’t just another booking. It was my sister’s wedding. And standing there, camera in hand, surrounded by family, it felt different. Personal. Intimate. More than just work.

What I’ve always loved about photographing weddings is watching. Not in a distant, detached way but in that constant search for moments that the couple might miss in the whirlwind. A stolen glance. A quiet smile. The kind of exchanges that don’t make the speeches or the posed portraits but will mean everything when looked back on years later.

And honestly? I’d missed it. Not the 12 hours on my feet, the endless rush of schedules and logistics, I’d walked away from that part years ago. But the moments? The raw, human moments that unfold without announcement? God, I’d missed those.

Shooting my sister’s wedding reminded me why I ever picked up a camera for this in the first place. Not for the grand gestures, but for the little ones. And while I thought I’d hung up my wedding cap for good, maybe - just maybe - I haven’t shot my last one after all.