I really do wish I could attend Hogwarts, but magic comes in other forms too. I feel fortunate that as a photographer, I get to witness things, magical things, that are beyond comprehension but make perfect sense nonetheless. I don't really care how lame that sounds, because it's the truth.
Somewhere 30 odd minutes outside of our Nation's capital, Sally and Matt were married in a tiny little sandstone church right by a giant field of wheaty-coloured grass. Muggles were everywhere, but the magic, the magic was certainly still there.