People ask me what kind of shoots I like the most. Well, that’s a tough nut to crack. I mean, I love weddings. There’s nothing like witnessing the birth of a brand new family. But when is the last time a bunch of adults picked up a flag, paraded around the yard, let out a battle cry, and charged me like we were on the sands of Iwo Jima? I got tackled by one half pint and offered a banana popsicle by another, all within the space of a few minutes. That’s pretty hard to top, don’t ya think?
Still, flag-waving 2-year-old patriots aside, I think you can kind of understand why I love my job. One day you’re tearing it up with these rascals, then you’re talking to a senior about his plans to take the bull by the horns and study biochemistry after graduation, and then you get to watch a man and a woman declare their undying love for one another before God, their family and friends, and you get the best seat in the house. Middle aisle, front and center. And that’s just last week. It never gets old because it’s new every morning, kinda like God and His blessings.
We were driving down an old gravel road the other day after a shoot. The sun was setting and I told my wife, “Perfect silhouette shot coming in 3…2…1. Bam!” She just smiled and said, “You just see the whole world in pictures, don’t you?” Yes. Yes, I do, and I’m grateful.
