
Alabama Hills
I choose myself.
Amid desert mountains, she moves—veil flowing with light and wind.No guests. No vows. No rings.Only sunlight, mountains, and her own blooming.This isn’t for a wedding. It’s for life.























Amid desert mountains, she moves—veil flowing with light and wind.No guests. No vows. No rings.Only sunlight, mountains, and her own blooming.This isn’t for a wedding. It’s for life.