John and Sheetal are pretty much two of the most awesome people you could ever meet. From our first Skype chat we knew that we would be a good fit for their wedding photography on Culebra Island. They are both world travelers that love hiking, nature, and have the right spirit for exploration. Greg and I both share a passion for nature and the outdoors so we immediately connected with John and Sheetal. As wedding photographers in Puerto Rico we are so lucky to have such a diverse and rich landscapes to choose from for wedding photography. After going over a few options we decided on a Sunrise couples session at Playa Soldado. It is a beautiful secluded beach which can only be accessed on foot via a small trail, the cloudy skies and early morning light made for a beautiful session.
The following day we met up with them and their wedding party for some beach games at Playa Flamenco, ranked the third most beautiful beach in the world. For a wedding photographer in Puerto Rico Flamenco beach is a dream come true with its crystal clear turquoise waters and lush green coastline. There truly was a spirit of care free fun that carried through out the day.
After a moving ceremony the couple sat down for a delicious all vegan dinner severed right on the beach catered by the Homeless Dog Cafe. After that they danced the night away during their reception at Flamenco Beach. The wedding was coordinated and catered by Peri Watterson Lewis of the Homeless dog cafe.
As a photographers we are always looking at light. While photographing different weddings in Puerto Rico we notice the quality of light at different venues and locations. Somehow the light in Culebra island always has a rich warm glow. The turquoise blue water is also breathtaking, every time we go and walk out onto the beach we remark that its so spectacular it feels like we are seeing it for the first time all over again. After delivering our collection of photos to the couple, John wrote us this beautiful poem. His words truly capture the spirit of a Culebra wedding:
It must have been a borrowed dream
From a children’s book illustrator
This vision that lingers
of the finely dressed, sand-cruising slew
Wreathed with sun parasols and floating bubbles
Awaiting her entrance
And what lured them there
Was it a combination of six dice and gibberish incantation—“FARKLE!”
Or the common trauma of a nightbound village plagued by murderous mafia,
Perhaps a pulse hidden in the heart of the tropical island
That conjured such kinship leading up to her eventual arrival,
The endearments passing between them like
The casual swish of a waterborne hand
Yielding a swirl of dinoflagellate sparks
When our congregation was complete on the cathedral of sand
She visited us in the form of an angel, vested with secret gravity
Drawing us vertical, concentrating light, stirring emotion,
And I was reminded of her hand in imagining us there
That night we gathered our glow under a clear tent
As the sky blushed like watermelon juice and the stars leaned out
Over the waves lain like sheets on a bed of beach,
Agog with dance, we seemed to celebrate
Not just the union of two people
But a broadening of family that married many more
It could have been a borrowed dream,
So stark the contrast between that world and this one,
I have to find comfort in the photographs, a gold ring,
And the angel, yet to resume her earthly form, snoring beside me.