Wedding photography scares the bejeebus out of me. I helped Philip out with a wedding once, but it's not really my thing to be honest. That said, I've always been a little curious about shooting a wedding solo, and when Rachel (not my Rachel) asked if I'd take a few photos on their wedding day, I decided to have a crack at it (and was rewarded with some rather brilliant dessert wine and a dinner containing some of the best sweet and sour pork I have ever tasted). It was certainly a scary experience (shooting the wedding, not eating the sweet and sour pork). If you miss a moment, that's it really. Gonnnnne. But in the end I had a great time, and this was certainly helped by how chilled out Rachel and Calvin were about the whole thing. Their family and friends were extremely helpful and accommodating, and I have to admit that when asked by a few guests how long I'd been a wedding photographer for, I took much pleasure in saying "Since around 2:30 this afternoon."
The two big things I learned from the day (from a photographic point of view) were that I should probably learn to use flashes properly, and that the floodlights from a tennis court make for really, really, really crappy lighting.
Technical difficulties and my own shortcomings aside, I had a great time, and I hope Rachel and Calvin did too. Special thanks not only to Rachel and Calvin - who were utterly fantastic to me all day - but also to Matt (an usher), who herded families and friends into position for formal photos, making my job a million times easier.
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