This is the last image I shot at my friend Lindsay’s wedding on Saturday. Sans tripod, I laid my camera down on top of my car and fired. I can’t decide if the hum of the engine is responsible for this image, or rather, if the whirr of love emanating from the tent just over the hill from where I was parked was strong enough that the whole of the universe shifted, one fraction of the smallest measurement, in celebration of Lindsay and Ben.

I like to think it was the latter.

That even if my car had been turned off, this image would have turned out exactly the same.

Because sometimes a love exists, so perfect, that even the universe takes notice.

xo