There is a joy, an innocence, in most every wedding. It's the history of the bride's childhood her mother sees dance across the face of the seven year old flower girl holding that treasured basket of pedals. The ring barer in the suit is not simply a pre-teen in an awkward clip-on tie, he is the embodiment of the groom's youth passing before his father's eyes.
Children at weddings are a gift to those who cherish that added layer of frosting on the Hostess Wedding Cake. They are a reminder of the fragility of time, moments captured, and of moments lost. They offer an inclination to reflect that we all were once that small, our hearts were once that large, our spirits were once unbridled.
Children have a way of spicing up any event, whether it be with a dash of Cinnamon, Nutmeg, or Cayenne Pepper...It's my personal mission as a photographer to not only capture a wedding day's obvious moments, but also the obscure, the moments lost by the business of the day's momentum.
It was with absolute joy that these children allowed me to wrangle their choas with my lens...sprinkling my efforts with sugar and spice to last, a lifetime...
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