Once upon a time, a girl had a dream. A dream to capture the beauty of a single moment. To tell a story through imagery where people could get lost in the emotion of a single setting. Words tell us story, leaving our imaginations to create the picture. Photos give us the picture, allowing us to create a story of our own. When that story is ours, it allows us to re-feel the emotions of that day, or on a given day.
Billy, your 4 year old, wasn't cooperating during your session and you were feeling overwhelmed, however, upon going through the photos, you see his lovely 'can't stop; won't stop' personality. The same personality that comes out when he's, energetically, playing with his favorite toy, and without warning, stops to say "mommy, I love you", or "daddy, you're the best!" and then continues his play. It's not just a specific recap of one day, it's capturing an entire era of life. In ten years, he may still give you that look and each time it will bring you back to that little boy in the photo.
Your dad had a laugh that could be heard from blocks away. One that seemed to make an entire room erupt in laughter, sometimes without anyone even knowing why. His eyes would sparkle and everyone who knew him, knew he was the real deal -- a great friend.
Your mom, the nurturing type, had a knack for making people feel like they were the most important person in the world. She was always there to help when needed (and sometimes when not needed - haha) and was enthusiastic about doing so.
That photo of your dad, mid belly laugh, with your mother fixing his tie during his reception speech...it's a simple moment, but that's them in their truest colors. That photo, though insignificant to a stranger, is going to be the one that ends up on your coffee table, because you love them and who they are and that's how you're always going to remember them.
My favorite photo from my wedding day isn't all of the formals where everyone is standing perfectly and smiling the best they can (after doing it so many times), or even the fun formals (although they're close). My favorite photo is an impromptu shot, just before the ceremony. I'm sitting on my dad's lap and we're both making the face that he'd been making in photos since before I was even born. It's HIS silly face. Funny thing being neither of us knew the other was doing it when the photo was taken, although one could assume he was. Haha. (Photo below)
These are the moments I aim to capture. The fly-on-the wall look at your wedding day so that you're able to enjoy the events as they happen and then go back and relive those moments year after year in a custom tailored book to tell your wedding day (or portrait session) story.
I'd love to tell your story.
My favorite photo of my dad and me, taken just moments before he walked me down the aisle.
The aroma! June was the most popular wedding month back in the 1500's. (Ewe! I know!) This was due to the lack of bathing during that time. The average person would bathe once a year, usually landing in May, or around Easter. June was a favorable month in that body odors were relatively minimal (given the circumstances), however, not perfect -- and that's where bouquets came in. ;)