Meet Progress. Progress is bee-u-tee-ful! No, Progress is AMAZING. Freaking Gorgeous! She's elegant. She feels like a cool drink on a Mississippi bayou. She rides along my side and makes me feel like I hung the moon. She's the unknot in the pit of my stomach, she's the 'life-is-good' feeling. She's the swoon in my heart. Am I in love?
Yep.
The bride, Sami, on this page represents all the above. Progress. Yes, of course I know if you keep putting one foot in front of the other you WILL make progress but I was clearly in the Turtle Lane. After miles and miles of dessert. After a several stampedes through our bank account. After all my doubt, angst and paralyzing fear. The OMG's! The horrible internal dialog I've been having with myself (I've always been a terrible best friend to myself. its a wonder I get out of bed each day. Well, sometimes I just don't because its THAT's painful.)
Ok, blah, blah, blah, you get the build up...
Back to progress. There was no hint that this shoot would be any different. No perspective to know that after today it would be known as the before. That today is the after. Today there is confidence that 'I really can ALWAYS' get the shot. I've been shooting since 1979, my first Canon A-1, learning photography has been a manic relationship. A roller coaster of can I get the shot? Can I control what I'm getting? Can I go on a shoot and under pressure get the shot?
Yes.
I.
Can.
Get.
The.
Shot.
I CAN GET THE SHOT!
As for my husband? His heart doesn't seem to break like mine over pictures, he doesn't get the total OCDness I have. He's much calmer. Can he get the shot? He's at the 99% get the shot. I think he's still in his before, even though he often out shoots me, he's still in his before.
Least thats what I'm telling him. And, glory be, this B&W of Sami, is his now. And he rocked this shoot too, maybe he's 99.9? Kind and loving wife that I am knows he's still in the Before, because well frankly, I'm the wife and I know these things. ;)
