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Falmouth Engagement Photos — Brooke & Louis

They both grew up returning to Cape Cod each summer—Brooke to Falmouth, Louis to Mashpee—never knowing that the same tide that shaped their childhoods would one day bring them together.

When they planned their Falmouth engagement photos, it wasn’t about staging moments; it was about returning to the places that already held part of their story. We started downtown, where the air smelled of espresso and ocean salt. The French Boulangerie buzzed softly with morning light, croissants warm in the window. Just around the corner, the laughter outside Ben & Bill’s Ice Cream carried the rhythm of summer.

Later, we drove toward the private beach—quiet, local, a slice of Cape Cod that feels hidden even in daylight. There, the horizon stretched wide, the sand cool beneath our feet. The couple walked along the edge of the tide, sharing the kind of conversation that belongs only between two people who have found home in each other. The sea breeze lifted her hair; his hand reached naturally. These are the gestures I wait for—the unscripted ones.

Each frame felt alive: the boardwalk glow, the pastel sky, the kind of light that Cape Cod saves for evenings like this. Photographing Falmouth engagement photos means chasing softness—the way it folds around people when they relax into the place that raised them.

 

Brooke and Louis outside French Boulangerie Café in Falmouth MA

Couple walking hand-in-hand downtown during Falmouth engagement photos

Couple sharing ice cream at Ben & Bills during Falmouth engagement session

Falmouth private beach engagement photos on Cape Cod shoreline

Sunset portraits of Brooke and Louis by the ocean in Falmouth MA

Candid moment captured by Alex Gordias Photography during Cape Cod engagement shoot

 

Their wedding this year — designed by Primavera Dreams, adorned by Winston Flowers — unfolded high above Boston at the State Room. But this day in Falmouth was where it began: barefoot, salt-air-happy, the world quietly standing still. But this day in Falmouth was where it began: barefoot, salt-air-happy, the world quietly standing still.

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