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Lillian Paige, Day 1

In the spring, when my brother texted me a picture of a sonogram, I told him, “If you have another son, I’m putting him in a dress and calling him Isabelle.”  I didn’t have to make good on my threat.  My sister-in-law gave birth to a perfect little baby girl two days after Christmas.  This is Lillian Paige.

Holland: What’s that?

Monica: That’s your baby sister.  That’s Lily.

Holland: That Leeloo.  That MINE.

We didn’t tell Corbin that Lily couldn’t see him waving.  He was too happy.  No need to break the spell.


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Jessica & Daniel | At Home | Pine Lake, GA

I’d like to photograph Jessica & Daniel’s wedding over and over: for its simple joy, for its delicate beauty, for its natural setting, for its relaxed intimacy.  As I’ve said before, I love a big, fancy wedding; but there’s something about a small affair that touches my soul.  Perhaps it’s the lack of distraction.  With no elaborate decor or extensive vendor list, your full attention can rest with the person you are about to marry.

Jessica & Daniel got ready together, in their home.


Friends and family arrived at the house early, and relaxed together before the ceremony.

Outside for a few quiet portraits before the ceremony…

The ketubah signing.

Because they celebrated with such an intimate group of friends and family, all of Jessica and Daniel’s guests were able to sign their ketubah.

A few last-minute tears and words of wisdom from their rabbi before the ceremony.

Everyone walked out of the house and down the road to the lake for Jessica and Daniel to be married.

Jessica & Daniel had their first dance lakeside, under their chuppah, immediately following their ceremony.

Everyone at the wedding:


Jessica, Daniel, and Daniel’s daughter:

Jessica’s sister and her partner, and Daniel’s brother and his wife:

The mothers:

Another favorite:

Everyone gathered at Cafe Lily in Decatur for dinner…

This wedding was brought to you by:


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Ashley & Brad | Marietta Country Club | Kennesaw, GA

Ashley & Brad didn’t get the mild, sunny November day they had hoped for.  But you know what they DID get?  They got MARRIED.  And it was perfect.  Love and smiles, all the way, with just a few happy tears thrown in for luck. These are a few of my favorite photos of their celebration…

My Co-tographer: Erin Schopf
Ceremony: Roswell Street Baptist Church
Reception: Marietta Country Club
Ashley’s Gown: Allure
Brad’s Tux: Savvi
Ashley’s Makeup: Andrea Carter
Flowers: Juli Vaughn Designs
DJ: Nice Guys DJ

Ashley’s mom, helping her with her dress…

Brad, trying on and showing off his ring…

Ashley teared up while reading a little letter to Brad’s daughter.  I love the expression on little Addison’s face while her stepmom-to-be snuggles close to her.

Brad sees his bride in her wedding gown for the first time…

Addison twirls for her daddy…

The wind finally died down enough for Ashley’s hair to be safe outside, as long as we stayed on the sheltered balcony!

At the church…

I hope I still dance like this with my husband after 40+ years of marriage!

My FAVORITE-EST Atlanta DJ.  For reals.  Call Hans.  Call him.

This wedding was brought to you by:

(Anne & Erin)

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Maurer Family | Atlanta Polo Club | Atlanta, GA

Another year with this sweet family.  Another year with this couple whose wedding I photographed, oh, fifty couples ago?  Another year of seeing Jeff’s daughters become young women; another year of seeing Jeff and Allison’s twins become children, and babies no longer.  Another year celebrating love and family with a family I’ve seen every year, for so many years, I’ve started to think of them as an extension of my own.  I’m so blessed to do what I do.  I love you, Maurer family!

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Lauren & Patrick | Virginia-Highland | Atlanta, GA

I’m tall.  I love tall people.  Lauren & Patrick are tall.  I love Lauren & Patrick.

But they’re also kind, and funny, and stylish, and have one helluva sweet dog!

Special thanks to my go-to coordinator, Amy DiLoreti, for sending these cuties my way!

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The Longest Homily

This is the true story of an unusual meeting that challenged my assumptions about love, marriage, and the task of photographing them both.  I share this with permission from the couple whose story it is to tell.  Details have been changed to protect their privacy.

Evan’s realness draws you in, a little artsy, a little awkward.  You could call our relationship business casual: work threw us together, shared interests kept us connected.

We hadn’t even exchanged phone numbers, so when he texted me, he had to identify himself before asking, “Can we meet for coffee?  I’d like to talk to you about something.”

“Meet me at three,” I told him.

At the coffee shop, Evan gave me a big hug.  He’s one of those rare, good huggers; the kind of guy who hugs like he means it, but doesn’t get creepy.

After a few minutes of small-talk, Evan drew a deep breath; I sat up a little straighter.  Getting down to business.

“A few months ago,” he began, “I reconnected with an old friend.  A woman.  We’d dated briefly several years ago, but it never went anywhere.”

I nodded, muttered something encouraging.

He continued, “When Amy and I saw each other again… we just knew.  We knew immediately that we had to be together.”  Evan was smiling, shy almost.  He was… in love.  “Thing is,” he hesitated, “…she’s married.”

My breath caught. My thumb pressed my wedding ring sharply into my finger.

“Her marriage had been bad for a really long time,” he quickly inserted.  “Like, REALLY bad.  He got violent when she broke it off.  They’re in the process of a divorce right now, but… it’s pretty ugly.”

I gulped my coffee, my head buzzing.  A married woman, soon-to-be-divorced; and my friend, completely, undeniably in love.

“As soon as the divorce papers are signed, we’re getting married.  Like, just us, two witnesses, and an officiant.”  Pause.  “And we want you to photograph our wedding.”

As wedding discussions go, this one topped the charts in atypical.  Usually I meet with a couple; usually we talk about things like timelines and budgets; usually neither of them is already married to someone else.

Yet as he spoke, Evan’s eyes got brighter, and his voice grew warmer.  “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life.  This is just… it.  I adore her, I respect her, I learn from her, I love her.  We have to get married as soon as we possibly can, because we are meant for each other.”  He was bouncing one denim-clad knee up and down, change jostling in his pocket, but he looked me straight in the eyes.

A lifetime seemed to slip by during the next few seconds, as Evan’s story filtered past years of my own hard-won happy marriage, a good Southern upbringing, roots well-soaked in convention and tradition.

I tried to envision the future for Evan and his Amy.  The intensity of their relationship would lessen over time — it always does.  Maybe they would find themselves dissatisfied with one another once the dust had settled.  Maybe Amy would realize that Evan was her excuse for leaving a broken marriage.  Maybe Evan would discover that he had been drawn to the romance of Amy’s story, a romance that would diminish once her clothes were taking up space in his closet.

But did it matter?

In meeting after meeting, with couple after couple, I hear clean, simple stories.  But there, in that moment, right in front of me, sat Evan, inviting me to bear witness to a love story of unthinkable complexity.  And I considered what it might mean to photograph this kind of love.

So I spoke from my heart, and I answered, “I would be honored.”

Over and over I have photographed love.  Love, rare and devastating.  Love, shattering and necessary.  Love, fleeting and forever.  The timing may be imperfect; the setting may be all wrong; but when we find love, we can do nothing but throw ourselves into it with our whole hearts.  It is a goal to achieve, a dream to fulfill.  It is a bet we hope to win, but may lose.

Father Charlie Donahue described photographers as the writers of the longest homily: a blessing reaching far into the future, a gift not of the mind but the soul.  If photographs could speak, I would conjure mine to tell Evan and Amy’s story in all its pain and beauty and hopefulness, anchoring their family in love until the day they leave this world.  Because maybe — just maybe — Evan and Amy will grow old together.  Their chances are as good as mine, or yours.

When the legal proceedings were finally settled, Evan put on a suit, and Amy wore a dress, and they walked under the open sky to be married, with two witnesses, one officiant, and me — their photographer.  And a determination to love, against all the odds.

You can also find this piece published on Huffington Post.


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