I’m sure you’re going to be expecting a resume of some sort and how I had a working knowledge of photography in utero.
I won’t be sharing that, it’s boring and been done a million times. I grew up a weird little kid, graduated high school and college. Probably just like you. I’m married, have a husband and a kid and a dog and live in suburbia. Pretty standard. Let’s do better.
The first wedding I ever photographed was against my will. A friend told me he wasn’t hiring anyone else so if I didn’t shoot it no one would. So I did. It was a small backyard wedding for a couple who had been together a long time and truly had no expectations of the photos. It wasn’t love at first snap. I wasn’t convinced, and it took about 5 more years of small weddings, assisting, and second shooting for me to commit to this industry. The knowledge of how big of a responsibility, and never wanting to be in the position of screwing that up for someone made me want to become so proficient at it before I took my own clients. I do love this job. I feel incredibly honored to have the privilege of documenting people’s lives, especially some of the biggest moments.
All this to say is, this is a glimpse of the specific parts of who I am when it comes to us working together. The stuff like that I drink tea not coffee, or my favorite vacation in the past 10 years? We can chat about that whenever but let’s get to the good stuff first.
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.-Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
I was that kid, sitting in the backseat staring out the window and into the other cars wondering about the lives of these strangers. Where are they going? What were their lives like? Had I ever met them before? Weddings are like following those people (in a non stalkery way) and when I arrive, I’m invited into a world I would most likely never experience otherwise, for an evening. I’m immersed into as it unfolds on one of the grandest days of it’s existence. I get to see the connections and back stories that led to it, then preserve it to be shared for an indefinite amount of time in the future.