The magic of a backyard wedding is that it holds space for the truly ordinary to become a little extraordinary.

      This was an intimate affair without much fanfare, just a soft song as Adriana walked toward Michael through the backyard, sheltered by the tapestry of friendships and joy, of family and love.

      I looked around and realised I was the only newcomer invited to witness this event. But not once did I feel out of place. As always, I was truly grateful to be trusted with capturing this quiet exchange.

      The night ended off with a cosy dinner with the French doors opened to the deck, and I was sent away with a packed homecooked dinner at the end of the night.