I’m not talking open-heart surgery here but there is a certain amount of pressure to not fail as a wedding photographer. In the case of Sarah + Joel, there was an extra layer of voodoo at work. Sarah’s mother (the MOB) is my wife Kelly’s boss. Now, my wife’s boss is a wonderful soul borne of the South who would never, and is likely uncapable of, any form of retribution because I underperformed at her daughter’s wedding. Nevertheless, Kelly did show more interest than usual in job details like the light quality and whether or not I was going to wear pants. Not to worry, always the puppy who just wants his belly scratched for being a good little photographer, I’m eager to please everyone from the bride and groom, naturally, right down to the scary limo driver.
Now, when I interviewed with Sarah + Joel, and not knowing whether the MOB would be present, I tucked my shirt in, buffed my pate and had eloquent discourses on the essential and timeless nature of black+white photography at the ready. Alas, here comes Sarah+Joel, she with a carefree smile and Mr. Right in a t-shirt bearing the word, “Doofus”, in a not so subtle font. I untucked my shirt, put my feet up and knew we were going to work together like ketchup and fries.
The settings of the ceremony at Hoyt Sherman Place and reception at the Des Moines Art Center were a perfect balance to Sarah + Joel’s proudly goofy natures. Thank you to everyone involved for making it such a success (and for giving Kelly one less thing to worry about).
















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