Nothing quite as southern as young love...

This weekend I was able to take part in one of the oldest traditions in rural America, I was a "photographer" at a family friends wedding. Now, I just got my camera back at Christmas and I still haven't quite figured out all of Pandora's quirks and advantages. Well, yesterday I was able to learn a little bit more about my camera and a little bit more about shooting people especially groups of people. I love to be able to put people into fun or interesting poses and then have them turn out wonderful. But I also hate the blurry ones, the ones that you really thought turned well on your camera. This moment was so special and if my mother hadn't been taking pictures as well than the moment would have been lost.



Then there were pictures that you thought would be way too dark for you to ever get a great shot and the shot turned out perfect.



I also realized this weekend that my mother and I were not made to work with each other. I love her to death but neither one of us can get along when we work together. We both have strong ideas and strong personalities and so then you can't work at all because you have two very different ideas of what should happen. If there is something that both of us hate is being made fun of, and we do it to each other all the time. I have no idea why, but we do.

The final thing that this weekend taught me is, when I get married EVERYTHING will be put on by other people. I will hire people to cater, I will hire people to do my cake, I will hire people to do my flowers, I will hire people to clean up afterward. Everyone yesterday was very stressed because they weren't just focused on the bride and groom but also dealing with the food and the facilities and the flowers and everything else. I would like to have my family be as stress free as possible and in the end it be a happy (stress-free) day for everyone.

--CG