Friday affirmed my original position on photography: I don’t want to be a wedding photographer. I already knew that it’s hard work, you have to be very organized to pull it off and have to work well with people. In other words, you have to perform. That ain’t me, folks. I have no problem pulling out my camera and having fun with it when I’m at weddings but I do not want to be a wedding photographer. Nope. Never.
Part of the problem is I psych myself out. I felt like a fish out of water Friday evening, I couldn’t get my equipment to operate the way I wanted it to, that stupid Black Widow of an accessory flash did not play nice in the sandbox and let’s just say I’m disappointed in myself. I walked away with a small handful of nice shots but they aren’t the caliber I was expecting from me.
I did shoot the ceremony shots with Granger’s Canon EOS 20D with a 28-70mm f/2.8 lens slapped on there. That was fun but once the show started… ahhhhh! I’ve never fumbled so much in my life! And let me state for the record that the ceremony set up was as ’bout as wonky as a chocolate factory; the audience was at least 15 feet from the altar because there was a massive garden between them. That made things a bit more challenging so us photographers played zones. Inside the banquet hall… butter fingers.
The entire evening I was a ball of nerves; I got the shakes at about 7:30 because I hadn’t eaten since lunch and I basically passed out on the drive home. I can honestly say I haven’t been this disappointed in myself in a while. But at least I managed to get a few shots. I haven’t been able to see what Granger and eMohn got yet but I’m guessing it’s better than my measly pickens of pictures. More to come later… I need to get over myself first.