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Life’s stairs go up and down, but the landings are where we stop, dance a little, and reset the scene in order to set our course through life again.

Autumn reminds me that change can be beautiful — and letting go is part of the magic. Agree?

“There are, in this world, certain moments and certain places
which, upon the gentlest encounter, unveil the tenderest corners of the heart.
And in such scenes one cannot help but feel
a tear gather—not of despair, but of that quiet, sole

“She seeketh not adornment,
for Heaven hath already bestowed her grace.
In God’s own handiwork she walketh—
complete, sufficient, and wondrous fair.”

💃Model: @xhenona_ _
📸Camera: @canonusa R5
📍Location: Central Park

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The truest love is found in the One whose very being is love itself — the source from which all affection flows, the perfection every heart unknowingly seeks, and the beloved who never ceases to love in return.”

Faith never knows where it is being led, but it loves and knows the One who is leading.

Does it remind you of Pride and Prejudice?

#fallphotoshoot #prideandprejudiceedit #elyonstudio

There are unions and then there are covenants. #engagement #covenantlove #njitcru

Stillness speaks louder than noise when peace is the language

#fyi #sunsetphotographs #highend

…When client ideas turn into stories.

Always thankful to the awesome @angiee_wood for flare and creativity.

Golden hour turns every walk into a story.

💃: @angiee_wood
📸: @canonusa R5 28-70 mm

Morning hums in tender hue,
Two souls paint the earth anew;
Brush and laughter, soft, align—
Heritage and friendship entwine.

Nature blooms beneath their art,
One bright pulse, two beating hearts.

At dawn-in the morning, soft and fair,
The sun attends the painter’s tousled hair;
Her brush, still trembling from the night’s repose,
Awakes to chase the blush the daylight shows.

No ball is called, no company is met,
No measured grace,

Turning a year older never looked this golden 💫
Captured by @elyonstudiophotography

Some moments are born of accidents,
yet my camera refuses to bear witness to their crimes.

At dawn-in the morning, soft and fair,
The sun attends the painter’s tousled hair;
Her brush, still trembling from the night’s repose,
Awakes to chase the blush the daylight shows.

No ball is called, no company is met,
No measured grace,

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