Truly documenting a wedding may sound simple but not if you want to differentate it from what you may have photographed the week before. That is pretty much my standard, I do not repeat images from weekend to weekend and or from wedding to wedding. It’s not what I promise my clients and it’s not how I stay true to my approach. Now there is a lot of beauty in a wedding, beginning with the bride and her girls. The handsome groom adds to this equation along with the many of family and friends who are all fine tuned to shine on a wedding day. The gorgeous ceremony and reception venues with the many decor details also contribute the final imagery. Now I repeat even if those elements exist it’s not what I only look for.
Then this happens, a brisk sunny November wedding. One that began with a hundred smiles and ended with a thousand hugs. One where you found warmth on this cold day in how this family celebrated the official joining of these two or should I say five! Yes five when you include their three adorable children. I met these little characters in their pyjamas months earlier and look at them now all dressed up. I did not document a wedding, I documented a rare and beautiful time where their children can one day say “I was there”
For the many Saturdays and Sundays that I begin my day with my camera there's a thought that crosses my mind and stays with me throughout the wedding day. The camera, I don't refer to it as equipment. Some use the word "tool", that's not it either. I've heard called a friend or an extension of you, too cliche sounding. I share a trust with my camera. Spending decades glancing at moments, laughs, tears and stares. I like to think that when my subjects look at me they see through the equipment, tool, friend and extension and have the same thought of the "now".