George and I are not ordinarily very sentimental people – perhaps me even more so than him (actually, now that I think about it – definitely I am less sentimental). Yesterday, we were supposed to celebrate our second anniversary at a reasonably fancy restaurant. I ditched him to go second shoot a wedding. But here’s the thing – George was totally on-board. He wasn’t even mad, and we’ve rescheduled our dinner. (All photos from this post are big thanks to wedding photographer Angel Kidwell, who photoed George and me recently in our neighborhood).
So first thing, I have to share that I am super-excited to have been accepted into the Wedding Photojournalist Association. When I first started out, I was searching for photographers to second for and my entire first set of contacts came from a WPJA list for Washington, DC. It was really my jumping-off point for wedding photography and I’m very honored to be able to join its ranks.
My poor beleaguered husband. Imagine, for a moment, you are the spouse of a photographer. And you have no kids. Can you imagine the inordinate amount of time my husband has to spend in front of my camera because I want to “test something out”? Back in the day, this could take hours. I’ve gotten a lot faster at “testing” and he gets off a lot easier than when we were dating (but then again, we were dating) but he still ends up in front of the camera fairly often. “Oh god the light is so good here,” I might say, already reaching into the bag for the camera. He’ll sigh and give me that “yeah yeah go ahead” look. Most of my photos of him feature said look.