Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Memorial Day Weekend

With only a few more hours left in this day we call Memorial day.... it will be gone but not forgotten in 2007. While my sugar-pie-love-muffin-wife-of -mine is chillin out at the beach soaking up the sun, I stayed home to be a part of something very special.

A few months ago , my sister emailed me, asking if I would like to be a photographer in my niece's wedding. Needless to say I was delighted, but at the same time I was a little iffy about being held accountable for their wedding photos. You see a wedding photographer has only one chance to get it right- there is no room for screw ups. It has to be done right the first time because there will not be an opportunity later on to get the shot you missed or blurred. That means you need to know your equipment and know when and where to shoot who. You know what though.... I think I did OK if I say so myself. I mean this wasn't a big blowout wedding with bridesmaids , groomsmen and enough candles to wax an 18 wheeler, this was a simple get there-get-er-done type wedding. I have to say... I really had a a blast taking photos at this wedding- I would even say this was the most fun I've ever had at a wedding. There were so many things that happened that made this wedding comical... check this out; It was about 10 after 1 and the wedding was suppose to be at 1:30. Well, for some reason I thought they were going through a practice and so I decided hey if they can practice then so can I. So I did my thing and then after taking a hump-teen million other pictures... I started to wonder if they were going to get married sometime that day. Yep... you guessed it, the practice run was the real deal. I guess you just had to be there to get the real effect of that but hey- good thing I made a practice run or else I would have missed the whole dadgum purpose of me being there. Oh well- just another topic we Bunns can all talk about when we get old and frail..weak in the tail. Congratulations to John and Landy Kogas.

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