Moment at Gesu

In class, we discussed that every photo must tell a story. With this in mind, I have begun searching for moments I might otherwise overlook and figure out the story they tell if I were to capture them in photographs. The first I noticed occurred last week. As I was passing Gesu Church on the way to my dorm, I looked over to see a very elderly couple holding hands and struggling to hold open the church doors to go through together. It was quietly, strikingly beautiful. I pondered about their story: how they met, how they fell in love, what struggles they have endured together. Then I thought about all of the marriages that take place in Gesu every week. How many of them reach this point, the point of having lasted, for better or worse?

While there was absolutely no glamour or sexiness surrounding this tired couple, they, to me, seem to be the picture without words of the ultimate goal on a wedding day: not the dress, not the guests, not the cake. This - unexciting, mundane, fatigued - and profoundly remarkable.