I went to a wedding and then a funeral all in the matter of a week and a half. It was one day full of fun, and then a second day full of sadness. The mood was somber, and my heart was hanging extra heavy – I had taken the last photograph of she and her father that would ever exist. An honor, and yet so much pressure and instantaneous knowledge of the weight and importance of my job.
The very first wedding I ever photographed.
The other day in the mail I received an invitation to a family reunion, and was thrilled. I love my family, and they all mean so much to me. It’s hard to explain to outsiders some of the things that make them so special, like the way my dad always calls me “Shorty”, even though I’m really not short. Or the way I really like to rub my brother’s bald head when he’s back in town, and the way my father-in-law gives the biggest. hugs. ever.
My day photographing a wedding focuses a ton on the bride and groom – they’re the stars for the day. But remembering the family members that surround them, and how important they are in their own also holds a huge place on my photography checklist – and in my heart.
Don watching his daughter put on her finishing touches as a bride, so full of pride.
Abbey’s mother watching her second daughter come down the aisle.
Grandma Donna watching Kate become a bride, while her mother helps to lace her dress.
Bill seeing his daughter for the first time on her wedding day.
Ardie’s parents in awe of their beautiful bride.
Adam’s mom clinging to her son during her special dance with him.
Grandma Nancy just beaming over her beautiful grand-daughter.