Whenever possible, I go out to a venue about a week before the wedding date to check out the light. Granted, our lovely Oregon weather can be a real game changer but soft cloudy days are fine… it’s the really hard bright days that you need to be ready for.
Large and rowdy group shots at 2:00 on a sunny afternoon? You bet… let’s go over where we can get the best light. Jac and Drew came with me to approve this location… the original plan would have been pretty awful. ;0)
Work with your professional photographer… good things will happen!
I am a storyteller.
Weddings are a great gathering of moments… I find myself swept along with the crowd laughing and crying as two people stand together to declare they are one. Getting married requires bravery and a certain strength of character. I am always happy to be witness to it… to tell the story.
There is an updated and beautiful Portfolio section coming in the next couple of weeks, if all goes well, but in the meantime, I’d like to direct you to this temporary gallery of wedding favorites. It’s kind of fun to see them all in one place! ;0)
This warm afternoon wedding was a completely homespun affair… all of it played out in their yard and nearby neighborhood. Vibrant Table took care of the set up and catering… fabulous food and flowers, as always, but the scope was very comfortable and personal. There was no pretense here… the afternoon played into the soft late light with real people and sweet exchanges… I love these days. As a photographer, I can count on good images when everyone is relaxed and the time sort of spins by without too much of a written schedule. ;0)
This park, this ball field is right down the street from their great old house. I think they will live there a long time and they will remember the brass band playing Beatles’ tunes in their front yard as they walked out from under the tree where they said their vows.
Years will go by… someone will chance on this picture and there will be a recognition and a sweet smile.
I was waiting at the church. It was a bright Saturday at the end of October in 1994 and my bride and groom were running late. I heard the door and turned to see this man come into the sanctuary at Holy Rosary… he was moving a little slowly and carrying a most wonderful wedding portrait under his arm. Curious, as always, I asked him if he was there for the wedding? He looked somewhat confused and said he was there for Mass… he thought it was Sunday. Then I asked him about the photograph and he introduced me to his late wife.
John was 94 when we met and Merle, his true love, had been gone for 3 years. They must have been married for close to 70 years if I can go by the photo. He carried it everywhere he went. I have friends who had seen him at Lloyd Center… always with Merle tucked in beside him.
The story goes a little further in that the church used Merle’s face as the model for one of their new stained glass windows. I believe it is the Madonna in the window high to the left of the alter.
I’d love to know who did the original portrait.
John and his Merle are gone now but the pictures remain… raise your glass to the love that lasts.
November has been quite dark… made darker for me by the face-in-computer-time, I’m sure. More than half of my brides this year were after August and before November. That makes for a lot of work all at once. Sometimes all of that work backs up in my brain and wakes me at 4:00 AM… I worry it like a manic terrier of some sort and then whoever is in charge up there wanders off to look at other things. Last night, my brain took me back to California… Laguna Seca in 2007 to be more specific. It wanted to look at this old taxi cab again… the old De Soto reminds me of so many crayons in the sunlight.
She and I have been friendly strangers forever… I wave, she smiles… always at a distance. Since I haven’t been in her neighborhood for 30 years, I thought I’d try for a real conversation this trip. We decided we would try a Monday visit since no one goes anywhere on a Monday. Damn if the line wasn’t longer than the one at the Vatican… long enough to suck up an entire day. So we decided to ride the Staten Island Ferry instead.
I waved. She laughed.
… at least that’s what they tell me. Well, I have to say that this month has been completely outta control so the blog has been wishful thinking at best.
I made the mistake of cleaning my windows on one of the early sunny days… everything was fine until I stuck my head out of the skylight and got a good look at my south roof. After a minor panic attack, we started the process of getting bids to replace the roof. This one has been on since 1981 so, yes, it was time but I thought we might be able to wait until this summer. Not so much. Now we have to wait for the lovely spring weather to clear so the guy we hired can come do the work.
Of course, in anything like house repair, one project always leads to another. ;0)
Last Saturday Opera Boy smiled as he handed me an electric drill and a flat bar… I spent the next few hours prying the first part of the old front porch off of my house. Apparently, we have decided to replace it. And then comes the paint. Sigh.
Meanwhile, March 13th was the 10 year mark for my Mom’s death. I had planned to run a beautiful little photo essay about her but the further I got into the process of scanning old photos, I realized I have a lot to say. Dad’s 20 year mark comes in May so I am thinking I might wait until I can do them both some justice.
This one is from their wedding in July, 1950… Grace H. Benson married Allan B. Bosworth… he was just out of the Navy and she was still in. They look happy to me and so very young.
My lucky life has more of this in it… the oddities stumbled upon. Seems as if I spend a great deal of time working at the computer for other people these days and I miss the sense of adventure… maybe chance is what I should call it.
I need to grab a little more time for me. That’s a given.
This particular scene is on the way into Santa Fe… right there on the side of the road. Seems that the owner/artist has a blow-in insulation company and he has crafted all of these life sized foam creatures in the yard by his house.
I passed by it a couple of times before I drove up to the house to ask permission. I am pleased to share the planet with all sorts of people. ;0)
The massive crab on the Governor Hotel used to show up every summer in the ’90’s… it was a promo for Jake’s Grill and I was always amused to see it up there. Well, one day I got serious and went downtown on a mission. Having waited too long on a few other things in my life, I was determined to make sure I showed up for this one.
My favorite personal film for the longest time was Kodak’s Infrared… all of the images in this post are that flavor. For all that digital has made reasonable progress, they have yet to bring this one to the table. I will keep my fingers crossed.
The Pterodactyl in Pioneer Place was a real surprise. I wish I had taken note of the artist’s name so that I could give proper credit here. It had a full, articulated wing span and I left out the beautiful wings and their supporting structure in this picture because I needed it to be more organic somehow… in film I didn’t have the chance to leave out the shiny metal rods. Makes me wonder how I might shoot it today since I have more tricks up my photographic sleeve?
Makes me wonder if that is a good thing…
I do believe photographs should be honest and I will try to keep that promise to myself.