In a perfect world, I’m able to scout out locations for a shoot, evaluate lighting, choose any props, visualize poses before showing up to meet my friends for a shoot. However, I don’t always live in a perfect world. (No duh!) But, in a beautiful world, the bride knows exactly what she wants and picks…
When I hung out with Troy and Stephanie, I found out that I’m bossy. Me? Bossy? Sheesh. What a wonderful, spectacular revelation. Gotta love it. And the worst part? Troy was only sharing what our mutual friend Ray (and the groom in one of last summer’s wedding) had warned him about me. What a greeeat…
He admitted it freely: he didn’t want his picture taken. But he was a good sport, obliging his sentimental mother and tolerating me. Me? I saw him as a challenge. I wanted to prove to him that I could make picture-time fun and not pure torture. He was, in my opinion, my Mona Lisa, waiting…
So there I was, in New Mexico. It wasn’t quite what I expected it to be (I’m not really sure what I expected), but it sure was beautiful! And by beautiful, I do mean beautiful. But I wasn’t there for the scenery. I was there for the wedding of Emily and Ryan. And, um, they…
I’m quite literally sitting at my computer, staring at a blinking cursor. Where do I begin? What do I say? What on *earth* do I write? So, instead of actually writing words of substance, I am telling you about my inability to write. There. I did it again. I wrote an entire paragraph trying desperately…
As a photographer who has tried both sides of the camera, I know first-hand how wearing it can be to be photographed. I mean, seriously! So much mental agony. “Is my hair alright?” “Where am I supposed to be looking?” “What do I do with my arms?” “Am I smiling alright?” “Would the camera please…
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