February 4, 2020
So here’s the thing…
I cry at Weddings, like all the time. I cry when I take the photos, when I am editing the photos, and when I sit back thinking about what a privilege it is to be the one to even be there capturing them in the first place.
I wasn’t always like this you guys! I wasn’t a hugger, I wasn’t a crier, and being vulnerable at all, nope, don’t like that.
Then this crazy thing happened, I started taking photos of strangers. It is easier to shed a few tears for people you have been emotionally invested in for years, your kids, best friends, dog. But when you can watch someone who you have never met before, get caught up in the moment, and not only feel it with your entire soul, but capture it forever, game changer I tell ya.
About once a year, after the hussle of Wedding season is over, I sit for what feels like days, sobbing as I look through my clients albums. So many moments, that they trusted me to keep for them forever.
Sometimes I can’t wrap my head around the fact that this is my life. I get to see emotion that no one else gets to experience. I get to see those honest and raw moments of love between two people that is so sacred and beautiful and turn it into art. That’s CRAZY! I have been doing this for 8 years, and I still get butterflies when I pick the camera up in my hands. Thank you to all the remarkably beautiful people for reminding me everyday of how precious this life is!
SOOOOO in the wize words of Demi Lovato, Baby I’m sorry, I’m not sorry…
