Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

On a day when the wind is perfect,
The sail just needs to open
and the world is full of beauty.
Today is such a day.

Rumi

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Into the wind,
the same wind that the clouds feel,
the bright rivers and the turning mills
that stand slowly grinding at the sky’s edge.
Now I too am a thing held in its hand,
the smallest thing under the sky.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

People die of common sense, Dorian, one lost moment at a time. Life is a moment. There is no hereafter. So make it burn always with the hardest flame. 

The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Learn from them what is worth learning, but above all, love them. This love will be returned to you a hundred times over.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Again I resume the long
lesson : how small a thing
can be pleasing, how little
in this hard world it takes
to satisfy the mind
and bring it to its rest.

Sabbaths, Wendell Berry

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

How surely gravity’s law,
strong as an ocean current,
takes hold of the smallest thing
and pulls it toward the heart of the world.

Each thing –
each stone, blossom, child –
is held in place.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

Mad Love, André Breton 

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

Dianna Capco Photography - Alex & Marie

An immense thank you to Ruth, Alex and Marie for a most amazing morning! San Francisco, how beautiful you are!

 

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Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.

Gustave Flaubert

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

Pablo Neruda

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t.

Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.

Haruki Murakami

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Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

This ocean is yours, and mine:
these buttons and wheels and little forgotten treasures,
fans upon whose feathers, love has scattered its blossoms, glasses, knives and scissors,
all bear the trace of someone’s fingers on their handle or surface,
the trace of a distant hand lost in the depths of forgetfulness.

Pablo Neruda

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From the stormy archipelagoes I brought 
my windy accordian, waves of crazy rain, 
the habitual slowness of natural things: 
they made up my wild heart.

Pablo Neruda 

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Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

The morning is full of storm
in the heart of summer.

The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye,
the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands.

The numberless heart of the wind
beating above our loving silence.

Pablo Neruda

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Rest with your dream in my dream. 
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now. 
The night turns on its invisible wheels, 
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping ember. 

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go, we will go together, over the waters of time. 
No one else will travel through the shadows with me, only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon. 

Pablo Neruda

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Dianna Capco Photography - Evan & Bella

Thank you Gilded By Ruth de Castro for the beautiful styling!

 

The life and presence this woman exudes is just incredible. The best way I can describe Kristy is that she is one of those beings that inhales light and exhales Star Quality. It is a trait so bewitching and rare, but I know it when I see it. A very special thank you to Gilded by Ruth de Castro for the beautiful Pin Up Girl styling, and the wonderful Makeup By Nicole Matta (Sacramento)!

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

 Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity. They live inside the gift, know power, accept, and need not mention it. Why speak of time when you are Time, and shape the universal moments, as they pass, into warmth and action?

Ray Bradbury

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

You are a Deity in jeans and a t-shirt, and within you dwells the infinite wisdom of the ages and the sacred creative force of All that is, will be and ever was.

Anthon St. Maarten

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

 

True beauty is a ray
That springs from the sacred depths of the soul,
and illuminates the body, just as life
springs from the kernel of a stone and
gives colour and scent to a flower.

Khalil Gibran

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy

Dianna Capco Photography - Kristy