Wedding & elopement photography for Washington DC, Northern Virginia, Maryland, West Virginia and wherever else you want to take me. Based ninety minutes outside DC, and further when asked.
Neither do I.
You know you want the two of you looking incredible. You know you want your family. Your friends. The place you picked. The flowers you spent six months thinking about and will somehow never think about again.
But there are photographs you don't know to ask for yet.
Your mom looking at you when you're not looking at her.
The ones who are crying before you've said a single word.
Your dad laughing with somebody across the room.
The laugh somebody saved up for exactly this night.
Your friends holding hands during your vows.
Two hands finding each other behind a chair, out of habit.
A kid asleep on someone's lap.
Or nearly asleep, in the safest seat in the house.
The people who have known you separately for years, suddenly at the same table.
Someone's grandmother, losing it at the same joke as everyone else.
Every glass in the air, and one baby wondering what got into everyone.
Your dog doing whatever the hell your dog decides to do.
Or deciding, for once, to behave.
Or in a little coat, personally greeting every guest.

That's why I pay attention to everything.
I do this at every wedding.
Because I'm not spending eight hours pretending the only two people here are the two people getting married. Obviously, you're a pretty big deal. But these are your people, part of the reason you're throwing this thing in the first place.
I want you to find photographs in your gallery that make you say: "Wait. I didn't even see that happen."
And then give it some room to breathe.
I want to know when the ceremony starts. I want enough time for photographs. I'm probably thinking seven steps ahead anyway. But I don't want every minute of your wedding assigned a job. Life is going to happen in between all those carefully planned things.
Let it.
If dinner runs ten minutes late because everyone is having a good time, we'll survive. If somebody starts crying, I'm not checking the timeline. If the light suddenly looks reeeeallly goooood, I may steal you for five minutes.
And if everything goes completely according to plan? Well. That's suspicious.

I don't want to pretend I'm above making a gorgeous photograph. DC courthouse steps. A Loudoun County vineyard. A backyard in Maryland. The Blue Ridge. A ballroom with terrible light I'm absolutely going to complain about internally and then figure out anyway. I want the photograph you print enormous: the one that makes you look at each other and go "Holy mackerel. That's us?" And then I want the one right beside it of your best friend absolutely losing her mind. Both belong here.
My favorite weddings are all over the damn place.
A Jewish and Indian backyard wedding: a drummer leading the processional, henna still fresh on her hand.
The whole party came up the driveway with their arms in the air.
A backyard reception with a drum circle, cold-spark fireworks, and an airplane on the cake.
I was not kidding about the airplane on the cake.
A wedding in California, surrounded by actors and theater people.
Theater people do not need to be asked twice to dance.
Seven of us, standing in a moss-covered Oregon forest.
Then cliffs over the Pacific.
Then a walk down Cannon Beach, Haystack Rock behind us.
And a thousand moments like these.
Out through the wildflowers with everybody yelling.
Somebody's big number, performed at knee height for an audience of suits.
Hands up, confetti down.
A kid on the guestbook phone, hand on hip, handling business.
The row behind you, already laughing.
Chin up and laughing while somebody fastens you into all that color.
Married, holding pie, and thrilled about both.
Last hands through your hair while you laugh with your eyes closed.
Two friends down on shoe duty while you practice standing still.
One big huddle of suits, and one grin surfacing over the top.
Barefoot, mid sprint, married, gone.
Two hugs at the same time, and a kid watching both.
Sunlight through the trees, and a smile meant for exactly one person.
A flower girl crowning herself, and a gasp you can almost hear.
The piano player, having a very good night.
Striding through the barn like you own it, because today you do.
Somebody carrying the dog, because the dog is done walking.
Spun under your dad's arm, skirt doing exactly what it was made for.
Barely in the room, already laughing, and the whole row already clapping.
Petals from both sides, and a kid up on shoulders so they don't miss it.
Your dad's arm, an autumn bouquet, and a grin they can see from the back row.
Somebody's whole face telling you exactly how you look.
The kids' table deep in their coloring, one grown-up already recruited.
Showing off the ring, and a friend pointing at it like evidence.
Three friends, one story, and the one in seersucker already losing it.
Two of your people under one umbrella, and neither letting go first.
A veil over a denim jacket, and a look saved for exactly one person.
One green suit, a crowd of tan ones, and a hand flat on your head.
Your whole guest list fits on one mountain overlook.
Both feet off the ground at the edge of the country.
Down in the grass, nose to nose with your biggest fan.
Navy suits, pink bow ties, and every hand on the same person.
The barn, clapping.
A kiss on the head for a kid busy staring straight down the lens.
The dance move that is just pointing, executed with total confidence.
One small hand reaching for the skirt, and you turning like you felt it.
Hand in hand down the aisle while the whole room claps you in.
Three people on veil duty, and not one of them would trade the job.
A row of applause, and one guest too moved to clap.
One guest past clapping entirely, both hands pressed over their mouth.
A kid in a flower crown getting somebody's undivided attention.
One hand over a mouth, one smile behind a beard, one stuffed dalmatian at dinner.
A cheek pressed to somebody's back in the middle of dinner, no reason needed.
Your dog getting the full treatment, kiss on the head, scratch under the chin.
Back down the aisle, both of you grinning like you got away with something.
Two friends doing all the lifting, and you up there flexing anyway.
Bending down, bouquet and all, to the biggest smile in the room.
All of them folding in at once, and you laughing at the center of it.
A kid walking the aisle alone, taking the job very seriously.
One of you on the rope swing, the other doing the pushing, both in very good suits.
Somebody putting their cheek against yours because talking was not going to cover it.
Three of them on the front steps, laughing at something you will never hear.
Two hands wrapped around the one wearing the ring.
Your lineup under the arch, one joke past holding it together.
Both dogs dressed up, and neither of them asked.
Five faces telling you exactly how the dress looks.
Quality control on the frosting, straight off your fingers.
Down on the doormat to kiss the dog in the flower collar.
The walk back down the aisle, bouquet up like you won something.
A kid who found the bubbles and is now fully committed.
The dance floor at the point where it all blurs.
Your bridesmaids folded into one hug, arms wherever they fit.
Up on two sets of shoulders, both arms declaring victory.
One kiss in the aisle while the petals are still in the air.
Two kids who claimed the floor early and brought choreography.
The smile you save for the person holding your hands.
Two hugs at once, and a kid taking notes.
Your dad at your side, your eyes down, and the whole aisle waiting.
A room full of raised glasses, all pointed at the two of you.
One finger up, right at the good part of the story.
The first hug as married people, and the officiant leading the applause.
Watching your person laugh, which turns out to be the better show.
Hands folded between you while the whole room watches.
Half buried in everybody's bouquets and beaming about it.
Confetti falling through the trees and your people all on their feet.
Your dog out front, certain it knows the way.
Walking someone up the aisle, both of you holding on.
Eyes closed, holding on a few seconds past normal.
Your person taking the rocks so the dress doesn't have to.
Matching suits everywhere and not one straight face among them.
Holding hands on a mountainside while somebody reads you into a marriage.
Eyes shut, arms tight, drink somehow still upright.
The head table losing it in unison over the same sentence.
Every glass in the room up at once, and one phone catching it forever.
A hug in the middle of the room, with one small witness.
Your people spotting the camera and going straight for it.
The skirt putting up a fight in front of a full audience in green.
Airborne on a chair, trusting everybody you love at once.
Nobody at this table is going anywhere, and they know it.
Your grandmother laughing hard enough to need a hand to hold.
One pink rose, one small hand, and a whole sunlit lawn to cross.
A kid wedged in between, looking up at somebody like they hung the moon.
Your dog, facing the camera so you don't have to.
The hug that keeps adding people.
Plastic cups up to the rafters, and a kid peeking between the arms.
Your hands tied together with a bit of rope, on purpose.
Two careful hands and one rose that has to sit exactly right.
The clap that turns into hands pressed together, because it meant that much.
Out under a ceiling of ribbons, laughing the whole way through.
Your person stopping the entire day, because there is a frog.
Chin in hand, fully settled in for this part of the night.
A kid latched around your neck, and you in no hurry to put them down.
Sneakers under the wedding dress, and a friend on the floor doing the laces.
Green ties, orange roses, and something very good happening off frame.
The two of you on the steps, laughing at nothing anyone else would get.
One flame, passed pew to pew, until the whole church is glowing.
Flowers in every lap, and one laugh that tips a head all the way back.
One barefoot kid, arms out, claiming every inch of the floor.
A full high kick in the kitchen, because it is finally today.
Laughing too hard to dance properly, drink somehow surviving.
The whole party dancing out on the lawn while the sky shows off.
Hair everywhere and not caring even slightly.
A dip in the middle of the hallway, one wall clapping, the other just grinning.
Every phone up, every wand glowing, a path straight through your people.
An empty floor, one slow song, and the person who raised you.
Somebody standing up behind the flowers, laughing with their whole chest.
Turned all the way around in their chairs, arms folded, missing nothing.
Candlelight, a microphone, and every glass rising for the two of you.
The bouquet drops, and the kid in the yellow dress means business.
One tiny suit, out-dancing the whole barn and knowing it.
Both hands, one page of vows, and not another soul on the water.
You look back, and somebody is already down there perfecting your train.
Your dog working the dinner tables, one chin scratch at a time.
Everybody faces front, except the kid who's found the camera.
Somebody wore a tie up the mountain and regrets nothing.
The night ends in a kiss, lit entirely by people who love you.
Your dad gets one dance, and he doesn't even try to hold it together.

I'm a little quiet. This surprises people who have only encountered me while I'm working, because apparently Wedding Aaron knows what he's doing. Regular Aaron can absolutely stand beside someone at a party wondering whether we've reached the part where I'm supposed to talk first.
At a wedding, I have a job. I know when to give direction. I know when the light isn't working. I know when somebody needs help, or needs space. And I know when nothing needs fixing and I should shut the hell up and let something happen.
Clients have called me calm and collected. Meanwhile, inside my head, I'm thinking about the light, what's happening next, whether I've photographed the cake, and approximately seventeen other things. So apparently the system works.
By the end of the night I've usually talked to your parents, your friends, your wedding planner, several relatives, and whoever can tell me when dinner is happening. Especially whoever can tell me when dinner is happening.
I've been photographing weddings since 2018. I'm based in Shepherdstown, West Virginia, and most weekends take me into Washington DC, Northern Virginia, Maryland, the Shenandoah Valley and everywhere in between. Sometimes somebody has a better idea and puts me on a plane. I like those too.
AARON MAY · SHEPHERDSTOWN, WV
From the people who actually hired me
He has such a calm demeanor that makes you feel totally comfortable even if you hate being in front of a camera.Sarah
We said we wanted to be out in nature, and Aaron delivered. He even suggested the location.Lillian
He was very professional, but also very calming and helpful when I was a nervous wreck.Kathy
Not styled shoots. The actual weddings, start to finish. See all stories
Your date. Your venue, if you have one. The general shape of the thing. I'll send you my full pricing and we'll find a time to talk.
Not a sales call where I spend 45 minutes trying to create scarcity around myself. I want to hear what you're planning and who's going to be there.
We'll tighten up the timeline as the wedding gets closer. On the day, I'll know the plan. You can go get married. I'll take it from there.

City Hall and pizza. Your parents' backyard. Two hundred people. Seven people in Oregon. A ballroom in DC. A little ceremony in the mountains of West Virginia.
You're putting a stake in the ground: this happened, we chose each other, and these were the people who were here when we did. That's what I want the photographs to hold onto. Not just what everything looked like. Who was there.
So no. I don't know which photographs will matter yet. I'm going to make damn sure we have plenty to choose from.
Check Your DateFirefly session dates, Texas winter openings, and the occasional full wedding worth seeing. Nothing else.