Saturday, July 7, 2007

Bouquets Gone Wild

I am not a professional photographer ("No! Really?). Yeah it's true.

Actually not earning a living with (or not being competent to earn a living with) a camera has an upside - like, I don't have to work that hard. I don't have to lug a camera around for eight hours for wedding prep photos, pre ceremony portraits, ceremony photos, post ceremony portraits and reception photos. I don't have to comb through and process hundreds of images while wedding party and family members anxiously await. No pressure, no expectations, no aching back - I get to enjoy my hobby as a hobby.

The downside is that I don't get to shoot Maggie's work in context - I never get an image of the alter with the bride and groom exchanging vows. I never get the table setting and centerpiece with candles lit and guests enjoying the event, I rarely get the bouquet in the hands of the bride while she's being the bride. What I get is a lot of images of bouquets in church window sills like this.


No shame in that. It's good light. Pros do it, too.

But they get to do all the other stuff. The challenge for me is to try to present something fresh, something imaginative, something that you might not get from an event (real) photographer. Maggie understands and indulges me.

This winter, for instance, we had one of our very rare snows - not a lot, just enough to cover the ground for a few hours. Still, Maggie seized the opportunity, ran down to the shop, got busy and we were able to get a different perspective of Maggie's work with images like this one.

The thing is, there's a limit to how adventurous you want to get with a bouquet for someone else's most special day.
Last night, the eternally kind and patient Maggie, made a bouquet with flowers left over from a wedding she's doing today and let me go play. We got these.


There's this really large open field not far from where we live.

Maggie didn't like the pillow.


Bouquet hits the road.

Admit it, we've all been there.

No?

Just me?...

Yeah, whatever.


Out of town on a rail.

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