As I wrote in my last post, this weekend I had the pleasure of working with my dad on a wedding...and like the title says...I think I'm addicted! I had so much fun, I never looked at my watch and I definitely didn't want to leave.
This is the thing...I have always loved watching people. I used to visit airports (pre 9/11) to sit and watch people getting off the planes. I loved taking note their faces when they would see the familiar faces of their loved ones. I like the rawness of peoples' emotions when they haven't a clue that someone is watching. And there is something to be said about seeing people interact with those they love...its the one place people tend to relax and let everything out. Shooting the wedding with dad this weekend reminded me of how much I am intrigued by people. I know it sounds kind of strange to say, but it was a THRILL to see people through the lens.
SOOOO...I've attached three of the pictures that I took on Saturday. I'm sure dad will have more on his blog at some point. Lizzy and Alan (the bride and groom) were so sweet. One thing I couldn't get over was how Alan could NOT keep his hands off of Lizzy. He was constantly touching her hair...pulling at her veil...sneaking kisses. Even when dad was lining up the guys for some pictures, Alan could hardly pay attention for staring at his beautiful bride. One of the pictures below shows him watching her. Dad was taking some pictures of Lizzy alone and I noticed Alan looking at her with the look of pure elation on his face...that was the look on his face through the entire ceremony and reception. There was no posing in that picture. That's the way it should be (not the lack of posing..but Alan's obvious adoration of his bride--the love of his life)! It made me miss my husband--I just wanted to run home and kiss him...
HA--and yes...I had to fight to hold back tears during the father/daughter dance. I ALWAYS bawl during those dances. So embarrassing! Her daddy was just so stinking sweet...and quiet. So I'm standing there shooting away and I look across the floor and see my dad....HELLO...I was holding back the Hoover Dam out there! I think the mother saw a tear, because we made eye contact and she gave me one of those knowing smiles that only moms can give.