A Story of Love in the Field

Mitchelle and Lance

Their wedding celebration photoshoot unfolded gently beneath the golden glow of the setting sun, framed by a sea of wheat and the soft curve of a sunflower cradled between them. It was a scene of quiet power—no grand gestures, no distractions—just the simplicity of two people, deeply in love.

Every embrace told a story. The way their hands found each other, how her smile softened in his arms, and how the sunflower—bright, unwavering—mirrored the joy that lives between them.

It was a session rooted in warmth and authenticity. No posing, just presence.

There’s a kind of magic in sessions like this—where laughter echoes between stillness, and every photograph becomes a thread in the tapestry of their love story.

What stood out most was not only their connection to one another, but their grounding in meaning and memory. Both Mitchelle and Lance wore their pounamu close to their hearts—a symbol of strength, protection, and the heritage that shapes them. Their greenstone spoke of commitment, grounding, and legacy—taonga passed through time, now resting between two hands intertwined.

As the sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the field, they simply held each other. No rush. No need for words. Just the quiet understanding that they were exactly where they were meant to be.

I’m honoured to have captured this chapter. One of sunlight, devotion, and a future blooming wide open.