for sixty seconds, i thought about it. would i want to be a wedding photographer?
aaaaaand nope. it wasn't for me.
for one thing, i'm not a fan of the pressure that comes with documenting such a big day. what if my camera refuses to work? what if i miss a pivotal shot (I MISSED THE FIRST KISS!!!)? what if my flash conks? yiiiikes.
i also genuinely like second shooting: i get to be the details/go-to girl. if everyone's looking at the bride, my camera is pointed at the groom. when the family portraits are rapidly being knocked down, chances are my camera's down: i'm clutching the list of who's who & helping the photographer direct folks to their places; kneeling to smooth the bride's voluminous skirt; or directing the groom to put his foot under her dress, not on top of it.
it's fun. and (fairly) low key. and at the end of the day, i enjoy the feeling of having helped the photographer get the shots she/he needs. it's an excellent deal.
helloooo yellow socks! i love me some groomsmen with style.
i love this poignant moment shared between sisters.
a flower girl in tulle is just. awesome.
a person's facial expressions by day are completely different when the sun fades. a look that appears introspective during the light of day just looks plain bored when shot at a reception. so as i roamed the perimeters of the dance floor, i looked for exaggerated gestures, raucous hilarity, laughter.
dancing makes for the craziest pictures!