Cyndie and Rod went to high school together, and as so often happens in life, they went into different directions, building careers and raising families. A high school reunion brought the now single man and woman together, and they began a several year long-distance relationship. Cyndie happily said yes when Rod got down on one knee to propose last year.
I was blessed to have the opportunity to photograph their joyous wedding on Valentine’s Day. Their love for each other radiated out to their family and guests as they exchanged rings and promised to love for life.
I wish them the very best as they begin their new life together. Thank you, Cyndie and Rod, for sharing your very special moments with me.
I shot my second wedding this past Friday.
Wedding number one: Six months ago I was the photographer for friends who got married in a small ceremony in front of family and a few friends. I didn’t know what I was doing, did not have an assistant, and did a truly mediocre job. I was embarrassed by my work but they seemed to like the pictures at least.
Wedding number two: I did not know the family or couple prior to meeting them six weeks ago. I was referred by a photographer who could not do the job and I said yes before thinking; since then I’ve been anxiously reading books and blogs and articles about wedding photography and practicing on friends and butterflies. (I reasoned that if I could get butterflies in focus, I could probably do the same with people.)
As last week progressed — far too rapidly — toward Friday, anxiety, fear, and trepidation took over and I was convinced that I’d made a horrible mistake accepting the job.
When I downloaded thousands of images onto my computer, I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I saw that they weren’t terrible and that there are a few gems in there.
I loved doing the job. I truly enjoyed it even though I was nervous the entire day. I hope they like what I did.
I used to be an active blogger, writing daily and posting every image that I thought was fabulous. (Of course, they weren’t, but I thought so then.) From time to time, I’d talk about my life and share images of my family.
And then I retired. And got BUSY. Ironic isn’t it? Now that I am retired, it seems that I have less time, resulting in only sporadic posts.
I’ve picked up a few photo jobs here and there .. engagement shoots, family portraits, and (oh I’m so anxious about this one) a wedding this Friday.
Here’s David, who so graciously agreed to sit while I practiced lighting patterns.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
A man without a wife is like a vase without flowers.
Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold.
What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.
He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.