To the River

We went down to Richmond to take Emily a full-length mirror. Previously she has been waiting for it to get dark and then looking at her reflection in the window. This was not particularly suitable for trying on wedding dresses.

We walked down to the river to scout for good locations for taking wedding photos, and on Richmond Hill came across a professional photographer and his assistant in the process of taking photographs of a real wedding. It was quite instructive watching them work, and I was pleased to see that we had virtually the same equipment as them, although we haven't yet got ourselves a set of steps - although this bloke was so short that when he stood on the the little two-step thing he had, he managed to raise himself to about the same height as the bride. They seemed to pull out every corny trick in the book in order to get the standard wedding shots, but the bride and groom were regularly invited to review the pics on the camera display and seemed almost as pleased with the result as the photographer. After a while it began to dawn on us that taking wedding shots is actually hard physical work especially with the weight of gear they were both carrying and the amound of running about they did. I reckon that by the end of that session, they had earned their fee. I was bloody knackered just watching them.