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somehow a small wooden rocking chair has lasted through the decades of our tushies to be featured in three generations worth of 18 month birthday photos.
that’s gramma on the top right, and it’s been 65 years (almost to the day) between her picture and the one we took today with sparklet.
The maid of honor (not ours, but theirs) mentioned it in passing to the lady sparkler and my beloved volunteered me for the job — not that I wouldn’t have offered myself, but it’s awesome that my bride came up to me at the pool bar and said:
Hey, I just told someone you could be the wedding photographer tonight — hope that’s okay.
UPDATE: I’ve collected my thoughts and all my gear, and i’m actually feeling pretty legit — I’ve got the same camera a wedding photographer friend of mine uses for her weddings, four memory cards which can hold about 1200 photos, two batteries, and two pretty serious-grade lenses (both normal, and wide angle).
That said, I’m seriously freaking out shot two things — well, three actually: 1) I’m shooting a wedding; 2) I’m going to blow through 1200 photos before the reception even starts which means I’m going to have to empty memory cards onto my computer while I’m still shooting and my laptop doesn’t have a battery; 3) I don’t have a legitimate flash, so shooting the outdoors-afterdark reception is going to suck something fierce.
UPDATE 2: The “shoot” is over, and I have to say that wasn’t nearly as stressful as I thought it would be — though through no part of my own:
I haven’t run through them all yet, but between the four of us we amassed over 3,000 pictures, and they all look pretty good considering.
I promised the couple I would post everything by Christmas, but here are a few of the ceremony in the meantime.