68 My First Wedding ... Sortof

I'm hearing the sound of distant drums ... and chanting ... they're weaving a spell that draws me. I resist but I stumble forward against my will. When I arrive, I realize it is a wedding ... and I am the only one with a camera. Hmmm ... what do I do!?

Sorry, I dozed for a moment. True enough that thoughts of helping out young (aka. poor) couples that can't afford a photographer have been invading my dreams. When I finally do begin, I expect one of the following may occur:

A. I love doing it and my pictures don't suck

B. I love doing it and my pictures do suck

C. I crash and burn completely and narrowly avoid multiple lawsuits and, worse, I must endure the dagger-like stares of disappointed parents

D. I meet Bride-zilla and get sentenced to 25 years for involuntary manslaughter

Fortunately, a friend's wedding this past weekend afforded a great opportunity to experiment a bit.

Shooting from the gallery was tough but I found that being forced to stay in one place helped to keep me focused on the action and prevented me from getting distracted by walking around a lot. I think the rapid fire chckzzzzt, chckzzzzt ... may have been a touch annoying to my neighbors.

Here is a shot of the patriarch of the family (one side, at least). A Godly man and wonderful example of God's peace and joy in action. It shines even in this picture of him.

Some of the kids. See what I mean ... such a great variety of subjects at a wedding! And what a joy to capture a precious moment.

What a greater joy to be able to memorialize precious moments and share them with those who will treasure them forever!

Peace,

Glen