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.
Alexis and Kim had one of those lovely days where plans got shifted back and forth by the weather but through it all, they remained rock steady and in love… something you hope to see in any couple as they embark on a life journey.
I happen to be one of many who thinks that people should be able to marry the one they love. Period. With any luck, this world will come to see that there are no rules in this except the ones written by the heart.
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.
Where to start? Tricia and Dave came to Portland from sunny Palm Desert to get married in our beautiful Lan Su Gardens. Tricia came into the day like a house afire… she wanted to go to as many Portland spots for pictures as possible. Given the window of time we had, she scaled it back to some interesting spaces that we could walk to on the way from The Nines to the Garden. We stumbled across The 24 Hour Church of Elvis… for 50¢ you can get married there… you just have to push all of the right bright buttons and answer the many questions on the screen. It was a lot of fun to watch! From there to the Chinatown Gate and on to Voodoo Donuts and The Paris Theatre… honestly, it was a marvelous carnival mix… we all came away smiling. As we walked, a pedicab driver offered us a free ride for the remaining two blocks… all of this was just the beginning of a great celebration.
Luckily, the rain held mostly until the end of the ceremony and the rabbi didn’t seem to mind that they were already married in the eyes of Elvis.
A lot of credit for this day goes to the vendors… they made it work even when the skies opened…
Dave made an interesting contribution… he designed four Saketinis for the party… the reviews were good! Vibrant Table ran the show and fed everyone a lot of really great food. Page Winograd also of Vibrant Table, did her floral magic, even incorporating some of the family’s antique fans. Finales made a series of delicious cakes… inspired by henna tattoos. Takohachi Taiko entertained the diners with a fascinating drum ensemble. Swingline Cubs got everyone up and dancing. Continue reading →
Photographers must all have a longish list of shots that we only took in our head… I can’t be the only one.
Opera Boy and I went to Venice for the first time in 2006. We got to our little hotel completely beaten up by the flying. The tall windows in our room looked out over Campo San Stefano… interesting and busy in the late afternoon light.
So we walked to stretch out and find a quick meal, stealing to bed as it got dark… it was like drifting off to sleep on a movie set… the cafes don’t get going until after dark so all of the friends and laughing people gathering for dinner mingled with faint music and, always, the sound of heels on stone.
I woke up at dawn and looked out the window… trying to identify a sound.
Here is where you will have to imagine the Campo empty save for one man and a two wheeled blue cart. He was sweeping the whole place with a long brush broom… made of twigs like we see in our fairy tales. No cars in Venice, of course, so he is the garbage service.
I was so entranced by the whole thing, I had to just watch. The camera, in the unpacking of it, would have made me miss something I wanted to see.
I went back to bed but my dreams were colored by that early morning encounter. Next time, I will be better prepared.