"My eyes...your wedding." Oddly enough, many people understand Proust's "Time past" as "time wasted," rather that in the sense of his own meaning, "time which will never come back." This is the appropriate definition of the photograph. Each picture stores up a little bit of time, and I set out to accomplish this with plenty of film, energy, and direction. The physical pleasure of rendering certain shapes, realizing beautiful light, the pleasure taken in composition and witnessing one of the more profound days in a couple's life through my lens. Sheer pleasure. "A sculpture you don't feel like caressing is not a good sculpture," Brancusi used to say, and there are photographs one wants to caress, visually.