I had a senior shoot at The Row with the talented, and super nice Kendra. She was so polite…I think she even called me sir! I could get used to that. Kendra’s graduation soon and wanted some good portrait shots to celebrate the occasion.
Although Alfred and I are co-owners in this little thing called our photography business, in the 6-12 hours of your wedding day, he’s MY boss. For the rest of his existence, I am his. Even trade.
If you’ve ever worked for relatives or loved ones, you know it isn’t always a piece of cake, but it does have its rewards: extra time together, sense of achievement, you have more things to talk about, and you get to enjoy your passion with your loved one. Like any other boss-employee situation, there will be times when you disagree with your boss. In office situations, this would call for a 1:1 meeting or a polite email, or maybe a quick call to HR.
In my case, it involves visions of hitting said boss on the head with a tripod or thinking up imaginative uses for a lighting cord. However, I am getting better at it. You see, unlike typical manager/employee relationships, working for your husband involves an emotional investment and whole lot of swallowing of the thing called pride. For instance, when he looks at a picture I took, tilts his head, and says, “what was your thought process when you took this picture?” I know that in his head he’s thinking, “WTF?” Or, when I suggest that we take a picture from a particular angle and he brushes me off—because he’s the boss and he knows so much more than me—I remind myself that he’s brushing me off because it was a lame idea, and NOT because he doesn’t love me anymore or thinks I should stop wearing SpongeBob pajamas to bed.
Ranting aside, I’ve learned that I need to extract the emotional part of our relationship during weddings. So, for example, when he insists that I leave the 70-200 lens in the car, and I ask him “are you sure?” and he says “yes”, and then 30 minutes later asks me, “do you have the 70-200?” I have to resist the urge to pull my eyeballs out through my nostrils and just go get the darn 70-200 from the car. I can then just put his favorite comic book in the blender when we get home.
Emma here.
Being a female photographer has its perks. For example, I get to cover occasions that Alfred would never be able to cover. Like bachelorette parties! Hoot! I think getting coverage of your hen’s night is such a great idea. This is an event where pictures are usually hidden away in password-protected folders are stuck on a friend’s camera never to be seen again.
I had so much fun.
As you can see, sometimes it’s more about the reactions of the guests than it is about what’s happening center stage.
Nathan is Ethan’s cousin. Referrals rock. When I left the house yesterday, it was bright and sunny. 15 minutes into the drive, it was drizzling. By the time I got to the park, it was pouring! It’s a good thing Nathan did not live too far away, so we were able to do a last minute switch up. Nathan was such a cutie. At first he wasn’t liking the weird guy with the big lens, but I think I got him to come around. 
Steph and Chase got married, and we were so excited to document their day. They were married on a Friday during a week filled with showers and thunder storms. But as you can see, their day was bright and sunny. Steph went to school at North Valley Baptist and also worked there up until the week of her wedding (she’s moving out of state to be with Chase), so you can only imagine the amount of love and emotion packed into a room full of friends and relatives who were watching their Steph tie the knot and say goodbye.
All these guys are buddies from school, so I had to get a school bus shot.
The vintage car that they got for their exit, was fantastic. The car even sang. Yes, sang.
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