Romantic love doesn’t have an age or an expiration date. It’s a choice…a choice to love with burning desire and to accept someone’s else’s sentiments of passion. Still standing is becoming a series of celebration. A celebration of marriage that has withstood time….1 year or 100 years or something in-between.
I’ve always loved watching old (or should I say mature) lovers. A few years ago I photographed two sets of widows and widowers. Each had found new love after grief and asked me to capture their wedding day stories. I find it awesomely fascinating to see people who no longer fit society’s perceptions of perfection fall for each other. They are always authentic, always forgiving, always attentive, always grateful. Perhaps it’s a lesson for us young-un’s.
A few weeks ago I photographed a family. Parents, kids, grandparents. These are the grandparents. Still in love. Still standing.
(Pru is a photographer based in Atlanta. She preserves memories, tells stories, preserves a legacy.)