Last November I had the great honor to fly halfway across the world to photograph the wedding of a dear friend. I met her in college while she was studying abroad and we kept in touch over the years thanks to the amazing power of the internet. I have to admit that I was a bit floored when she told me she wanted me at her wedding as her photographer. "Surely it would be much easier to find someone local?" I thought. What I didn't consider though, and what she told me, was that she wanted someone there who not only knew her, but could take the time to get to know her fiance, family, and friends as well.
Now I've done a lot of weddings for people that I know and I have to admit, it is infinitely easier to take pictures of people you know than it is of people you don't. Any photographer will tell you that at the end of an event it is hard to get people to stop wanting to take photos; getting people to have a photo taken early in the day however, can be quite taxing. So during the planning process we speculated that I'd come out about a week early to spend time with everyone before the big day. I'd stay with my friend and her soon to be husband for the whole week up to their wedding day. I would have asked if I could bring the girlfriend...but she beat me to it by insisting that she come along as well.
The experience kind of makes me want to approach spending a few days hanging out beforehand with all of my future clients...but I digress. I'll get to that later.
Once the dates were final and the tickets purchased all that was left to do was wait. It was agonizing to wait for but when the day of the trip finally came...well we felt like this.
The flight wasn't nearly as bad as people say. Though to be fair, I've always been good on planes. The lady had a harder time than I did for sure. I'm pretty sure I watched at least 5 movies...and one of them definitely watched me. When we finally got "across the pond" we were treated with this sunrise view.
After we landed it probably took us a good thirty minutes to get our bearings and met up with my friends. We cleaned up a bit so it took us a lot longer to clear the throughway than it did everyone else. With everybody gone I had a pretty neat view of empty airport.
Face direction of travel.
I was a bit worried that my memory might be fuzzy, writing this a year later and all, but it's amazing how vivid the whole of this trip becomes after looking through the photos. Part 2 will come soon...but next up you'll get to check out a personal project I've been working on!