As a wedding photographer I come across a great variety of weddings from the fancy over-the-top sort to the handmade and on the farm type. Being that weddings have consumed my attention this month I have had them on my mind a lot. These weddings become a part of my life for a while because of all the emotions I see throughout the day and because of the emotionally charged atmosphere I take on some emotions myself. More specifically, I particularly remember the best moments of the day… and the not so good.
The not so good
Divorce is bad. But it becomes painfully obvious at a wedding as I arrange and rearrange families for various additions and subtractions of people to satisfy everyone’s ideal wedding portrait. I love making everyone’s dreams come true, but there is always something sad to me when the rearranging is not so the bride and groom can have treasured pictures with the whole family and any individual members they want but to get all the broken sections of family.
Guest paparazzi. All the point and shoot cameras brought into a wedding become my battle grounds for getting pictures of the bride and groom. My deepest wish is to have a wedding with no other cameras but my own so I don’t have to compete for attention and don’t have to fight against other people’s flashes and cameras hanging out in the middle of my perfect point of view.
The hand. This happens most at receptions, some more, some less, but the hand to the camera… please do not do it. All I can think in moments like that is “but I am doing this for the bride and groom.”
An angry bride. It’s just scary.
Wedding sermons. I love wedding sermons. They never get old to me and it is always a wonderful reminder for me to refocus my attention on the things that matter in my own marriage.
The bride’s grand entrance. To this day I am on the verge of tears every time a bride walks down an aisle, especially if the groom is crying. There is something about that moment that stirs up all the good there is to be had in the world and plops it right in front of me. Nothing else matters in that still moment but the bride and groom locking eyes and everyone else believing in love, even if just for a moment.
Worship. Josh and I didn’t have worship at our ceremony, but if I were to do it all over again I totally would. During worship at the ceremony I find myself on the verge of tears yet another time. If the moments the bride spends walking down the aisle are beautiful, the moments she and her man spend worshipping together on their wedding day are beyond magnificent – highlighting God during the day that marks one of the biggest commitments.
Physical transformation. I love getting to watch all the women in the bridal party go from bed head and wrinkly comfy, clothes to glamorous princesses. Sometimes when I later connect with various members I’m confused when I see them dressed in their street clothes as I catalogue them in my brain as the princess I last saw them as.
Perhaps I will add more to this collection over time but, for now, these are the few that have been running laps in my brain.
True on all accounts Kaia – someday, we can write a book about our wedding experiences. The music side also has stories to reveal! Remind me to tell you about the flower girl that tipped over the candels. . . the groom that lost his lunch… the mother of the bride that took my hands OFF of the piano to make an announcement before the ceremony began . . . etc. etc. !!!!!