It’s strange how when we talk about Queenstown we never mention Dunedin. Perhaps I haven’t been listening. After a long night drive to East we navigated again early morning hoping to find this beach. What we didn’t expect was finding our favorite sunrise for as long as we can remember. The air was thick and lined with sea salt and the locals, few and far between in this perfect hour, were shapes and silhouettes going about their usual routine - walking dogs, taking pictures, having conversations. For a second it felt like we were a part of this silent parade and we were sharing this backdrop for inspiration and reflection, reminded of our imperfections and resolving to be better. I guess there will always be a piece of us at this beach.
It was a year ago when they were married in the rain. A wild notion considering the familiarity we have with summer and being a thousand miles away from home. When you strip away everything you’ve known - family, friends & home - all you have left is the feeling, and in that moment all I felt was the simple joy of watching two people together. As they stood thankful and ready to take everything they could confess in their humble cottage, everything fell into place.