• I'm an idiot,  Life Lessons,  party party,  photography,  Shop Talk,  spilling my guts

    Wedding photography is not for the faint of heart.

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    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.

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    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.

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    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.

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    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).

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    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.

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    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.

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    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

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    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.

  • Bug,  soccer,  spilling my guts

    Soccer is Good for Us


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    I used to make fun of soccer moms. And now here I am one. If soccer is not your thing, click away now.  This is going to be a long, boring soccer post. I’m sorry.

    The thing is, I’m proud of being a soccer mom now. It means so much more to me than just a bunch of girls running around on a field having fun. There’s strategy and teamwork and every game is a chance to overcome being shy and learn to be aggressive. It’s about taking risks. It’s about friendship outside of your usual comfortable bunch of school buddies. There is a lot of joking and laughing and playing but it’s also about paying attention and listening to directions but not listening too much to the wrong people (like certain mom’s screaming their heads off who don’t actually know how to play the game at all, ahem). It’s been a really interesting learning experience for both Bug and I.

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    I’m removing two paragraphs here. I don’t want to. I think they are important to the story of our journey with soccer but Bug is at the age where she is starting to worry about her friends reading this blog. So to respect her privacy I’m taking them out.

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    Her first season was kind of a disaster. She was on a ten-and-under team and she was the littlest one there. She’s naturally small so this was big-time scary for her because she was playing against girls who were twice her size and wearing training bras already. Plus, they’d been playing since they were four and five. She was at a big disadvantage. And she didn’t get the game. At all.  She stood on the field staring at the ball as it went flying past her. She didn’t have a clue.

    Thankfully, her coach was an angel. He kept challenging her. He didn’t give up on her even when she kicked the ball the wrong way. He coaxed and cajoled her into playing and at the end of the season he gave her a trophy for most improved player. It was a golden moment for her. Not quite a turning point but it kept her going even though she hated playing. Sometimes she would cry before games and beg for us to take her off the team.

    The other girls helped out a TON. They were all best buds. They made up nicknames for each other and they all doted on Bug. She was their littlest player. An underdog that even the strongest player would kick the ball to just to give her a chance. It was amazing to see how they took her under their wings.

    Then that season ended and the really good players moved onto more advanced teams. It was hard to say goodbye to friends but life moves forward.

    So we signed Bug up for another season, against her will. What mean parents we are!!  She was put on a new team with all new girls and two of her old team mates. She knew a little more about what was going on now and she wasn’t the littlest player anymore. But now there were new girls who were even better than the last girls. They were all about the game and not so much about joking and laughing.

    I love her new team. They are lethal. There are girls on this team that only care about the ball. They are like those dogs who only care about playing fetch and will chase after a tennis ball until their heart gives out on them. The tricks these girls can do with their feet leave me with my mouth hanging open. Backwards, forwards, sideways…they probably dribble balls in their sleep. I love these girls! Best of all, they motion Bug to do this and that. There’s no standing on the field spacing out anymore. They demand that Bug plays her position. It’s amazing to watch. It’s peer pressure at it’s best.

    Bug is naturally shy with the ball and wants to just do little passes to her teammates who are more aggressive but today the coach put her in an offensive position and pulled his good players back. We were pummeling the other team and I think he wanted to give them a break. And it’s always a good teaching move to put your weaker players in a position to better themselves. Bug mentally knows what to do but just hasn’t had the confidence UNTIL TODAY. It was just her up there and no buddies to pass to. I was a little afraid for her.

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    And then she took the ball!!  Oh, I was so proud of her!  She didn’t make a goal but she took the ball from her opponents (which she NEVER does) and she dribbled it down the open field for a good third of the field!!  You should have heard me screaming and yelling. I was falling all over myself excited. I almost fell out of my little squatty soccer mom chair!

    I know parents of strong players will be rolling their eyes here but you have to understand, I’ve been cheering Bug on for not doing much for a very long time. So today when she did something aggressive it was very very exciting!

    She lost the ball at the turn, right before the goal but it was still a great move.  I know she’s still got a ways to go before she’s a strong player but I see a glimpse. But even better than that, I know playing soccer is going to stick with her. I know she’ll be proud of it someday. She’s got the brains and the body to be a great player and maybe if she keeps going the way she is she’ll catch the fever to play like the other girls. That’s what I’m hoping.

    And if she doesn’t ,well, that’s okay too. It’s taken her out of her comfort zone. It’s introduced her to a lot of new friends who are very different from her. It’s pushed her past her anxiety. It’s been good for both of us.
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    I think team sports are good for a myriad of things. It builds confidence and independence, teamwork and camaraderie…it just all-around helps with some difficult life lessons.  For some of us that’s learning that life isn’t just about getting the boys to like us (I speak for myself here too) or learning to take a risk when you think you aren’t any good at something. For some of us that’s just pushing through the difficult parts to get to the part where you are proud of what you’ve suffered for. Getting good at something takes time and it’s not easy. There are a lot of bad days and a lot of crying and skinned knees and tired cranky muscles…but if you can make it, it’s so so worth it. It’s something to be proud of.

    I can’t wait until the day she scores a goal. That will be a very big deal.