The rise and fall and potentially rise again of a quasi wedding photographer.
In high school I shot senior photos. And to a senior photographer, at least to the young naive ones(me!), a wedding photographer was the real deal. Become a wedding photographer, that’s how you know you’ve made it.
It’s actually pretty strange that I wanted to get into wedding photography in the first place. I’ve never mentally planned out my own wedding (I hear young girls do that). Hell, I’d barely even been to a wedding.
Didn’t matter though. Through a lot of advertising and more than a lot of begging, I shot my first wedding. My photography business grew alongside. Years went on and on. The more weddings-seniors-engagement-family-things I did, the more my personal shooting went down. And down. And down. I don’t know if I realized it was happening, or if I had grown apathetic. Photography was my job, and I did it during business hours. What sort of tax accountant wants to take their W-2 forms home and crank them out in spare time? Actually probably all of them that’s a bad example.
I stopped shooting all together at some point. Nearly switched majors. Life plan.
I’ve been getting back into the swing of things lately, rising out of a deep dark funk. I don’t know what was wrong with me, I just hope it never happens again.The above is one of my favorite images that came out of my affair with weddings. It was taken minutes before the bride saw her husband-to-be for the first time. I don’t know, I guess I’ve just realized how lucky I was that I got to witness this. That sounds cheesy I suppose. But I barely knew this girl and she let me into her home, into her life, for a brief moment. And she trusted me. That’s pretty special.