Louise and Edwin decided to get married only a few short blocks from their pretty pink bungalow in Potrero Hill. They gathered a handful of family members and friends in the very park they’d first met, brought along their dog, and held their ceremony under the trees as hand-fastened streamers danced in the breeze. When Louise first reached out to me I knew I wanted to document her wedding, for not only was it completely held within walking distance of her and Edwin’s home in the same beloved neighborhood I’d lived in my first seven years in San Francisco, but like me, they seemed to savor the simple pleasures, and wanted a wedding more spontaneous gathering than stately affair. No fuss, no planners, no fancy timelines. Louise’s sister Frances homespun delicious desserts, and her cousin Ann officiated beautifully. Their party, at the old Potrero Hill Neighborhood House down the street was equally relaxed. Sam’s Chowdermobile pulled up street-side to provide southern fare, a poetess, Silvi Alcivar, was enlisted to write custom sonnets for the guests, and friends compiled music for a dance party. Guests gazed as the industrial edge of the city as the sun set over Potrero’s hilltops, delighted in Louise’s father’s musical rendering of blue swede shoes, and laughed as hilariously inventive and heartfelt toasts were offered. I am ever reminded of why I do this sort of work when I am given proximity to a group of strangers who immediately become friends, sharing solid connection and clear-eyed love. And such a lovely way to wind down my summer wedding season, shooting in a locality I appreciate so much. Congratulations, lovebirds! Enjoy the pictures.