I was shooting pre-wedding photos for my friends last Saturday. I have a bulk of photos to look through, sift and edit. I need more sleep, but sleeping isn’t necessary resting. God knows I need more of the latter.
Photographing in the park required mosquito combatting skills I don’t possess. It should’ve come in the manual. At least the bride had a veil. I have 23 mosquito bite scars on my arms and legs. I’ve heard of such a thing as a repellent but I took nature for granted and my mind plays hookey sometimes.
I’m personally not big on wedding photography because what is romantic to me isn’t always (hardly) romantic to others. I prefer it when the bride and groom aren’t aware of the clicking shutter. Catching them off-guard is as rewarding as finding an honest moment in politics. Where expression is at its most naked.
“The sabbath is not for the sake of the weekdays; the weekdays are for the sake of the sabbath. It is not an interlude but the climax of living.” – Abraham Joshua Heschel