They say that the strongest relationships are the ones that have been tested by fire. The dark nights of the soul are tearful places to be.
I was listening to a sermon at a black church once, something musical that you would be hard-pressed to find in a white congregation. The pastor spoke in a cadence, and the congregation responded in rhythm. He sung out, line by line, all the different kinds of hardships you could imagine. But he ended each woe with a thundering, “BUT GOD!!…” and the congregation echoed in response.
“But God…!” this is what Chika and Ryan rested upon. They waited for the redemption that followed. They fought for the sun to rise.
This was a celebration of that dawn. This was a party, for the joy that came in the morning.
I did shoot a few images with my Holga during the wedding. (Emphasis on “a few”.) It’s hard to remember to shoot with the other camera when I’m focused on my main cameras, ya know? Anyways, I just sent the film off today. Depending on how they turn out, I might post them :)