Photo by the hubs
My little jaunt as photographer over the weekend reminded of my weaknesses and why I don't do weddings. The weakness: Family groupings. Oh, the horror! The ugly, ugly horror. I really stink at them. Not posting ANY of those. Wedding pros, I bow to you. It's not easy or fun. You are part psychologist, best friend, boss, peacemaker, artist, speed racer. And more.
Can. not. handle it.
Can't get into it. Do not care.
The bride: Love it. The details: Love the most!
Which you will see is all very clear from the photos I post over the next few days.
Oh man, this photography degree of mine causes me equal amounts of anxiety, relief, pain, excitement. Maybe a smidge of joy here and there. I guess I am a tortured artist after all (hahahaha).
New dream, where are you?
Actually, WHAT are you?
P.S. (My sister would have loved this house. There were quilts everywhere. Beautiful, beautiful quilts around every corner).