A couple of weeks ago, I shot a wedding, with possibly the happiest, most joyful, most excited bride I have ever seen. Because of the nature of the groom’s new job, I am not able to share any images of the bride and groom, but I did want to share a few of the details. Oooh, that makes his job sound so dangerous and mysterious, doesn’t it? Secret agent? Government spy? Celebrity? I want a job that makes me mysterious and cool like that too. Somehow mom/photographer just doesn’t have much intrigue attached to it. Oh well. It works for me, though. Besides, I would make a horrible spy….although I do wear a lot of black. Do real spies even wear black, or is that just in the movies?
Um…ok…rambling……what was my point here? Oh yeah…the details. 🙂
The wedding was so fun. The families were awesome. One of my favorite moments? The bride’s father pulled out a mandolin and sang “You Are My Sunshine” for his daughter. Awwww. It makes me sound like such a girl, and I hate that……but I just love weddings. So maybe being a photographer doesn’t have all of the danger and adventure of being a spy…but spies don’t get to watch an excited bride peek into the church as she waits for the ceremony to start….or get a shot of a younger sister hugging her older sister, and jumping up and down, squealing…”you are gettting maarrriiiiieeeeddd!!!!” So, I guess being a photogrpaher has its perks too. And it is not completely without danger. I mean, I did have to haul myself up onto a ledge and balance precariously, without breaking myself or my camera, to get a shot of the guests outside of the church. I mean, that is some secret agent level skill and risk taking there, right? Right? Heck yeah, it is. Psssh, so don’t be surprised if I show up at my next session with night vision goggles and a utility belt. Danger is my new middle name, baby.