Ok, that's it. I'm out of excuses. I have to blog now. The new iMac is here and she's a bit of smart ass. So, no more, 'Oh I'm so skerred thing'. We're doing this blogging thing. Period. We are shooting pictures. Period.
RETRIEVING THE BRIDE
Looking over her shoulder I watched Chad doing the new baby daddy thing. He did the step, rock, bounce thing like a pro and little five month old Zach was limp. Little legs dangling. I tugged the lacing that ran up the back of Sami's wedding gown - we were just about ready to shoot and Dad had the baby covered so we were good to go. After the dress I took her outside and sat her down.
I built a nest of tulle and hay her lay down in the middle of it. She looked up at me and we got these.
Wow! Ok, let's just make things more difficult. (why oh why do I do these things?) In my head I wanted to pretend I was her wedding photographer, so I went back in time and retrieved Sami on her wedding day. And like a magic trick there she was in front of me. Bloomed. Gorgeous. Stunningly.
I pretended she never got her gorgeous 'cover of Bride Magazine shot' and it was up to me to deliver it. That if it didn't happen right now with me shooting it was never going to happen for her. That she would forever be left with no killer bridal portrait.
I got amped. I started to feel the burden. The full weight of this bride's hopes and dreams in my hands and if I screwed it up she would forever tell the tale of her wedding photographer from hell for the rest of her life.
I looked harder through the lens. I stepped back. Forward. Walked around. I took more time casing the set in front of me. That despite the imaginary pressure to hurry up, I needed to keep my cool and maybe even slow it down. I needed to really look at her so I could capture all that gorgeousness. And I did.
And it worked. The rest is history. This is the shoot that marked the change. It marked a regular day as a special day. A day that would separate all the things before it as the Before. See my last post.
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