holding hands

A few months back my cousin asked me to be photographer at her wedding. To say I spent a fair few nights thinking myself to sleep about it would be a fair description of the mix of terror and excitement I'd been feeling ever since.

Today was the day, and it went quite swimmingly considering I didn't have a clue what to do in terms of wedding photographer protocol. There was a moment during the signing of the register when I was fivepencepiecefiftypencepiecing it because the photo's were coming out horrendously underexposed and BLUE, but after a few clicks my brain shifted into gear and realised I must've fidgeted the white balance setting to the wrong one and sweatyfingered the metering onto spot, so it was easily sorted and I managed to climb out of the calamityhole that seemed to be swallowing me up.

I tried my best not to be too invasive with the camera, instead opting to use my dad-in-laws 70-300VR for most of the informal shots. I did notice that telltale look of 'oh god he's there with the camera again' quite a few times so I did try and slink into the shadows that little bit more, but still - if photo's are in the taking then there's no getting out of it is there. I just hope the majority of them are pleasing enough to look at and that the mammoth task of processing all the RAW files doesn't throw my photoshopfingers out of kilter.