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Wedding photography is not for the faint of heart.
I shot a wedding a few weekends ago and I’m still reeling from the pressure of it all. Not because the bride was a bridezilla or anything. She wasn’t. She was so over-the-top nice and the wedding was the most beautifully, well-planned event ever. I was nervous because I’d never shot a wedding before. I’m NOT a professional photographer. I just take a lot of pictures and sometimes, now and then, I get paid for it. But really I’m more of a creative director and I have a vision for photography that I try and complete with this terribly awkward piece of equipment (called a camera) that does not always do my bidding. Seriously, cameras are tricky! They are not my friend! Throw some low lighting and a flash in the mix and I will start chewing my cuticles off. It is just nerve-racking. Shudder.
But if you shoot enough pictures, sometimes some of them turn out. And if you have some photoshop skills, sometimes you can bring the not-so-turned out ones back from the dead. I do this a lot. In fact, for this shoot I shot raw (which I never do and required several humbling lessons from my ex) and it really saved my backside from ruin. I never realized that you can bring a picture back from being over or under-exposed by TWO whole stops when you shoot raw. TWO STOPS! This is very awesome when there is a white wedding dress with all it’s detail and shadows lost to the twilight zone of flash photography. Those of you who do shoot photography are probably laughing at me right now, everybody else is probably confused (sorry!). Maybe all wedding photographers are nervous wrecks like me and they just hide it well. I don’t know. Maybe I just need more experience. But don’t sign me up for a wedding too quick. I’m still recovering. I think I have PTSD.
It was really fun though. In a highly nervous, constantly-on-my-toes, for-six-hours-straight kind of way. I know the family so it was really sweet to be there up-close and personal on such a special day. I loved that part. I loved being in the dressing room and seeing the intimacy of family and friends. I loved capturing the moments…the hugging, the crying, even the raw emotional bursts of nerves. I’ve always loved being a photo journalist and telling the story with different shots. Details, emotions, establishing shots…the story of it all. I love that part so much that it almost makes me consider doing this again.
There were so many beautiful details to capture and try and to portray in a way that would show the viewer what it was really like to be there in the moment. It’s a job though. My brain was working on over-drive, thinking of shots and then trying to make the subjects feel comfortable while you flash them incessantly like an annoying mosquito-esque paparazzi. It’s hard! I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve. I know how to make people bend where they should bend and laugh when they should laugh but it can get tiring when you run out of jokes and small talk. There were many times where I just wanted to go hide in a closet and let everyone be for a minute or 60. Thankfully, I was paid to be there and the bride had a golden smile going at full wattage that set the mood for everyone (especially me).
They did this really cool “first look” shoot so we could get photos before the wedding and capture the groom’s expression when he saw his bride for the first time. You know, usually that happens during the ceremony but then you’re stuck taking photos after the ceremony and before the reception and that keeps the guests waiting for hours for their dinner. So this was before the ceremony but you still get the fun of the first look. It was SO fun. And even more fun was the wedding party all crammed in this little house looking out the window with their phones trying to get pictures of the moment too. You can see how fun and mischievous the bride is. She cracked me up. And of course her groom is so in love with her. It was adorable.
But you know what is not adorable? Cameras that don’t do what you want them to. This wedding was an evening wedding and I have little to no experience with flash photography. I’m more of a set-the-camera-on-auto-and-pray-that-it-works sort of photographer. And it didn’t work all the time. There were all kinds of problems. Wrong film speed. Some pictures were completely blown-out. Some were just blurs….like painting with light when you’re drunk. It was horrible. I had to make two desperate phone calls to Toby and I’m so glad that he had pity on me and didn’t pull any “I’m your ex now. You don’t need my help” attitude because I was humble and near tears. But I couldn’t give up. I just shot and shot and shot and shot. And in the end some of the blurs turned out really cool. Even though they are all kinds of wrong and unprofessional, I feel like they captured the mood even better than the correctly shot photos. Funny how that works.
I also had an assistant who totally saved the day with her back-up shots. I’m not including any of her photos in this post because I am proud and I don’t want to play off that her work is mine but she easily contributed a good quarter of my photos in the final package that I gave the bride. I’m so glad I hired her. And even more humbled because so many of her shots were better than mine.
But I did it. I’m glad I did. What an incredible learning experience! I’m not too keen to do it again but I can say that I know a TON more about photography than I did when I started. A ton learned by trial and FIRE and sweat and tears and gritting of teeth
And also fun and dancing and cake. So it’s not all bad. No, I didn’t dance but everyone else did! They sure can dance too. Everyone from the littlest toddler to the oldest grandpa was out there on the dance floor shaking a leg. It put all the weddings I’ve been to before to shame. It was a dance-a-thon. I think the bride might have been a dancer or something because people could shake it. And everyone had heels on too! Super spiky high heels that would make me trip just looking at them! It was high entertainment.
All I gotta say is: now that I’ve heard from the bride that she loves the photos and nobody’s noticing all my technical errors, I’m feeling pretty good about this event. I might do it again IF it’s a daytime wedding and the bride is super DUPER nice like this girl was.
Thank you Kendall! It was a beautiful wedding and you are beautiful. I am honored to have had the chance to shoot it. Thanks for having faith in me.
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Crafts-in-Boxes
Normally, I hate crafts in a box. Why you ask? Because I can and should have invented them before they were a thing. In fact, I did try to create such a thing way back in the day.
Whenever I blogged a craft, I tried to save up enough extra supplies to mail a few friends a “craft in a box” but it never worked out because I was always short one dowel or one button or one tiny tube of red paint or whatever. The half-filled boxes sat around my house collecting dust and annoying me. Basically, I just never got my act together.
You can imagine my chagrin when I walk down the aisles of Michael’s and I see any number of crafts that I invented for my job at alphamom.com all boxed up and on the shelf selling for a eight bucks a pop.
But whatever. I am an inventor not a marketer. (Hold-up. I AM a marketer. What is wrong with me?!!) I’m just not a mass-assembler-machine-robot. I work for myself with no extra elves shopping for me or sweatshops mass-producing what I tell them to. Excuses, excuses…
What is funny is that we get a lot of crafts-in-a boxes for gifts. I guess people think, They’re crafty. I should get them some crafts! That’s logical enough and I am usually really happy to receive such things even though in my head I’m already thinking about how I can regift it to someone else because I am the CRAFT SNOB!! I invented the paintpen+mug/wooden button=mushroom/paint-your-own-teapot/tie-dye sock puppet craft FIRST!!!
When I really start getting snobby-crazy is when they tell me that I should write a blog post about this really cool craft-in-a-box that they bought at Michaels. That’s when I start mumbling to myself and banging my head on the table… But whatever? Right?
I know you are trying to remember if you ever gave me a craft-in-a-box and I assure you that it was not YOU and if you did, I am just about to turn this story around and tell you that YOU ARE MY SAVING GRACE and I will now eat humble pie so don’t get defensive just yet.
Guess what the kids have been doing for days now that I’m trying to work from home and babysit at the same time and summer vacation has been lasting for an eternity and a day? CRAFTS IN BOXES!! That’s right. We are not too proud to open a box and bust out a craft. In fact, I LOVE THEM because my kid is now eight and very self motivated and she can do crafts by herself for hours and hours and hours. She can EVEN READ DIRECTIONS. It’s been amazing.
So thank you, Mom, and everybody else who got us crafts-in-boxes over the years. I’m glad now that I saved them on those very high closet shelves because now it is like Christmas and all day long the kids that file in and out of my superfun! house are being very crafty all by their very crafty selves.
Crafts-in-boxes are a very beautiful thing. Whoever invented them should get a prize. Shoulda been me.