That shit’s HARD, yo.
Seriously. That’s all.
Oh, that and I suck at it.
I have now been a wedding photographer twice in my life – once as a guest taking pictures at the wedding of a couple of my best mates and more recently the unofficial official photographer which I was totally conned into being by my lovely… *gritting teeth* …sister. She needed “help”. What she didn’t say (until the afternoon before the actually wedding day) was “You are going to be in the rotunda during the ceremony – photographing the ceremony.”
I don’t deal terribly well with that sort of pressure.
Put a pretty girl in her undies in front of me and I will happily shoot away – not fussed in the slightest. Put me in front of a couple doing a once-in-a-lifetime-can’t-repeat-this-day situation and I lose the plot entirely.
I’m a people person to the extent that I can chat with small groups once introductions have been made and some common ground has been laid out but in a situation where I have to both blend into the background and be amongst the action AND people-herd at the same time? Ugh. No.
So, here I say NEVER again. EVER again.
Fortunately for this wedding, I only had a few specific shots to get and for the most part, I got them. They’re good enough considering I wasn’t being paid for spending four ours out in the sun on a blistering hot and photographically nightmare-ish bright day.