Every wedding day goes by too fast. As a photographer, I spend that day in documentary mode… not posing, not directing, not getting in the way. However, I firmly believe that I am entitled to about 15 minutes of uninterrupted time with my couple away from the crowd. If possible, I’ll take 15 minutes twice during the day. I want it to be when the light is good and it is important that they can relax for a bit. The relaxing is the hard part for a lot of people so the less posing, the better. I find that the personalities will come to the surface and I can usually pull that mood into the setting. The portraits should fit the couple.
Erin and Rob gave me so many cool chances that muggy day… we were at the Jupiter Hotel and somehow,it looks like a small southern town. We had some very urban corners to work in and they brought all of their love and feisty spirit to bear. And then they moved to Texas. I hope they come back to Portland soon… great people!
Venice. This time in the beginning of February, 2007. (I try to word it in such a fashion that by some happy chance, I’ll get to go again someday.) Opera Boy and I were there for four fog cloaked days this trip… a much different city than in the Spring. Funny that both arrivals and departures were on sunny days. We had come in on the midnight train from Paris… twelve hours of rocketing through a dark landscape I’d liked to have seen. The first sight of Venice is one I have not photographed yet… it is a place where all of the land vehicles stop and all of the water starts. So far, it brings me to my visual knees and I am consumed just being there. Next time I will collect myself and make a point of catching that amazing transition. Our first chore this trip was to find our hotel and a laundromat.
The fog settled in and we spent the next couple of days wandering at will.
This day brought me a blister, a few small pieces of local pottery and three glass cherries each for me and my sister. Best of all, it gave me new vistas at every turn… a veritable treasure box of images.
The Straw Bridge, the lower one with the crowd on it is pretty much what the whole city is like. Tourism is huge here and probably not a little abusive. I came away from both trips with a sense of wanting to help preserve this special place. If you go, treat her gently.
I think it’s important to have a collection of images from the wedding feast without making those awkward fork-in-face close ups. If you have a buffet service, it’s easy enough to showcase the food before it’s on the plates but if you have a seated dinner it becomes a different thing altogether. Ambiance and mood are key elements in any reception. As a photographer, I still have to bring it back for the bride and groom but I have to avoid embarrassing anyone. With any luck, I am still mostly invisible in the process.
There are some fine and wonderful florists in our fair city but I am always drawn to the art of Francoise Weeks. She seems to have an infinite connection to her own wide universe and a capacity for the translation of it. If you can give her an idea or two about what you like, she can bring intricate miracles to the table. All it takes is a little time and some trust in her many talents.
These two arrangements are enhanced a bit by the dirt under the fingernails of the older and the band-aid of the younger… still, charm abounds! I love flower girls!
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The answer is to surround yourselves with family and friends and bring your very full hearts to the table. I can’t tell you what a beautiful day this was but the pictures can! That was possible because Jac and Drew brought it all to the party. This was a back yard wedding of the very best kind and I am so pleased to have been a part of it.
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)
Seriously. Do yourself a favor and designate a good friend to be your point man… someone who can get your Aunt Edna to the vineyard without having a panic attack. Someone who can make it so that you can turn off that cell phone for one very special day.
This and more really good advice available now from this wedding professional. ;0)
The cocktail hour was rolling at my back when I stood on the veranda at Zenith Vineyards for a quiet minute… the air was October crisp on my face. A cool part of my job is to be responsible for bringing home the parts of the day that the lovers may not see… a chance to give them a little added dimension. I must confess, though, that I would have taken this just for myself in any case. Why not gather the pretty parts of any given day?
April and Tim got married a very long time ago… it was the end of August in 1993. Long enough ago that Oregon vineyards were just getting to be popular. I love that this is a fairly timeless photograph… yes, her dress has sleeves but it is absolutely gorgeous and would certainly work today. Tim looks as smitten as anyone could hope for… she is stunning in the late light.
I come to every wedding ready to document the entire day… the things requested and the many pieces I see that make the story. The random parts that appear in front of my camera, the ones that make my senses sing, are the ones I live for.
This little procession up from the damp beach in Gearhart… ecstatic mom on the rise and the Oregon Symphony guy waiting for the couple and their furry companion to pass… I couldn’t have planned this in any way… just have to track it through the eyepiece. It is a very favorite image of mine and I can’t imagine the day without it.
“Keep a third eye watching behind you. You never know when you’re making a memory… they will wish they were here together again someday…”