C’mon, doesn’t every wedding warrant fireworks? This one had them. Of course, it was the 4th of July but they told me that was just coincidence. When you’re as cute as these two, you can say things like that.
(Yeah, 4th of July. When I get behind, I go all out.)
Memo to all boys: Don’t dare me, I’ll do it and you’ll have to live with it.
I’m not the most objective editor but I can admit when someone gets a better shot than me. In this case, my assistant Sarah and I shot from basically the same angle but I’ll admit her frame had that extra sparkle. As a grad school prof often said, “There’s more there there.”
To my clients: I’m not lurking behind you waiting to steal your cake. I’m waiting for someone to command a kiss with a tap of their glass. After the kiss, then I’ll have a bite if that’s ok with you.
Patrick’s mother loved to dance. One of the truest expressions of well-deserved joy I have witnessed.
I should say that those wished-for fireworks should never come at the expense of your photography budget. Maybe metaphorical fireworks are sufficient the rest of the year.
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