Capturing Allyson & Jose’s Tampa Garden Club Wedding

March 11, 2025

The morning light filtered through the windows of a cozy Airbnb near Bayshore Boulevard, where the air buzzed with quiet anticipation. Allyson’s laughter echoed down the hallway as she slipped into her gown, the delicate lace catching the soft glow of sunrise. I watched as her mother fastened each button with trembling hands—a moment so intimate, so real, it felt like breathing in a secret. Nearby, Jose adjusted his tie in the mirror, his reflection betraying a flicker of nerves and excitement. This was where their story began: in the quiet, unscripted moments before the world arrived.

By midday, we drifted to the Tampa Garden Club (tampagardenclub.org), where the team from Truly Yours Weddings & Events (@trulyyoursweddings) had transformed the courtyard into a living canvas. Allyson paused beneath an arch draped in jasmine, her makeup artist from Maven Way (@mavenway) brushing a final stroke of blush onto her cheeks. “Like a painting,” I thought, lifting my camera as the breeze tugged at her veil.

Then came the first look. Jose stood beneath a centuries-old oak, his back to the path where Allyson would appear. When she touched his shoulder, he turned—and time stopped. His breath caught, eyes glistening, as he whispered, “You’re everything.” I stepped back, framing them against the garden’s emerald embrace, their emotions raw and unguarded. This wasn’t a pose; it was a language.

With no bridal party, the focus shifted to family and friends. We gathered beneath the boughs of a sprawling magnolia, generations laughing arm-in-arm. Allyson’s niece twirled in her flower crown, while Jose’s grandfather clasped his shoulder with a pride that needed no words. These portraits weren’t just photographs—they were heirlooms, fragments of a legacy unfolding.

The ceremony unfolded like a sonnet. Allyson walked toward Jose on a petal-strewn aisle, sunlight dappling her gown through the oak canopy. Vows were exchanged beneath a chuppah adorned with Maven Way’s florals—garden roses and eucalyptus, their scent mingling with salt-kissed air. When they kissed, the crowd erupted, and I immortalized the tears, the grins, the way Jose’s hand cradled Allyson’s face as if she were made of starlight.

Cocktail hour brought a migration to Bayshore Riverwalk, where golden hour draped the waterfront in molten light. Allyson and Jose strolled hand-in-hand, her train sweeping the pavement, his laughter echoing off the bay. I trailed them, capturing stolen kisses and the way the sunset gilded their silhouettes—a private dance before the revelry began.

Back at the reception, G.H.A. Entertainment (@ghaentertainment) ignited the dance floor. The first dance was a waltz, Allyson’s gown swirling like liquid ivory. Then came the parent dances: her father’s tender grip, Jose’s mother whispering a prayer against his cheek. But it was the Jewish Hora that stole the night. Chairs hoisted high, laughter ringing, the couple suspended above a sea of joy. I wove through the chaos, hearts racing, as the DJ’s beats fused with the clatter of feet—a crescendo of life, love, and unbridled celebration.

As the clock neared midnight, I found Allyson and Jose stealing a quiet moment on the garden’s edge. Her head rested on his shoulder, his thumb tracing circles on her hand. No poses, no prompts—just them. It’s these fragments I live for: the unspoken, the unscripted, the moments that whisper, “This is forever.”

To every couple dreaming of a Tampa Bay wedding—whether in a garden, on a riverwalk, or a sun-drenched Airbnb—know this: Your story is a tapestry of fleeting glances, quiet touches, and wild, unfiltered joy. And I’ll be there, camera in hand, to weave it into something timeless.

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— Hernan | Stills by Hernan | @stillsbyhernan

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