They weren’t ready to pack away the wedding clothes just yet. Instead, they traded the aisle for a forest trail and the reception for a cliff overlooking the Pacific. The afternoon light was moody, the air smelled like salt and pine, and every step felt like a scene from a film. No big crowd, no timeline — just the two of them, a few laughs, and the kind of photos that feel more like art than documentation. This is what happens when you let a good thing keep going. 📸