I had my camera about a month and my friend approaches me, "Hey Guy, would you be our wedding photographer?" What? Did I hear him correctly? I hadn't had my camera for more than 2 months and he was asking me to photograph his wedding? The pressure was on from that day, because I agreed. What was I thinking? I set out over the next month learning everything I could and practicing constantly so that when the day came, I could hopefully produce some nice results for them.
The day came and I was sick to my stomach. I remember feeling as if I was going to puke. I was the only photographer there at their wedding. It was all on me whether they would have decent photos to cherish this special occasion for the rest of their lives!
I pressed forward even with this intense sickness. They day went by in a blur for me. Things happened so fast while I was trying to snap some photos of candid moments. The 3 hour reception felt like 30 minutes for me.When we pulled up the photos I was amazed to see I had taken a few good photos. They seemed happy with the results. However, I wish they were getting married this month instead of 2 years ago. I know quite a bit more now, that's for sure.
