My younger cousin, Brittany, got married earlier this month. She’s actually my first cousin once removed. (Yes, I looked that up just to be certain. That whole first/second/once removed stuff gets so darn confusing and I gottalotta cousins.) I was asked to do a favor. And even though I’d already pledged my disdain for photographing a wedding, I gave in. You can call me a sucker. I’m OK with that.
The same nerves and wear came with this wedding like the ones before. Only a little harder this time because DAd and I were the only shooters. And DAd was shooting film – which is crap shoot with his vision these days. (I luz you, DAd.) I love my family but doing traditional family poses in the church was like a three-ring circus. DAd was the ring leader. I was… I don’t know what I was but I was definitely tired when I got home.
I did learn something about myself doing this wedding: I dislike posed shots. I really do. I look at the posed photos I took and I’m all “Eh… this would have been better… did I not count to three on this shot?… what was I thinking?… maybe I should have Black Widow… nah, Black Widow’s a turd, it wouldn’t have made it better…” The shots I preferred are more candid but still not completely candid. But I feel that they capture the essence of their day, of their love, a little bit more.
Sorry. I got a little squishy-squishy on you there. OK, enough talk – picture time.
I wish Brittany and Nic all the best in the world. They are young but I can see how happy they are together and both their parents are loving and welcoming the other into their family as a child of their own. They have amazing support from the their families and that coupled with the way they look at each other… they can move mountains.
Best wishes, cousins.