3 Days in August
Thursday, August 10th:
We used to get nervous before weddings, and actually, I still do. It’s a subtle anxiousness, like I’m slightly less able to sit still and my patience (which I suck at having) is….even weaker. This mid-August Thursday was sort of like that. Pacing, coffee drinking, checking, double checking, triple checking camera batteries, and then more pacing while I think about SD cards and whether the internal clocks in my cameras are synched up to the exact second. I try to cheer myself up sometimes by asking myself, “hey, what’s the worse that could happen?”, and then I’m horrified by what my brain comes up with for answers.
Friday, August 11th:
It’s dark when we get up at 4:30am. I’m tired but gitty. We’re on the road to Cape Breton shortly after to shoot this wedding. It was a glorious wedding and was spell-binding to shoot against the landscapes A & J brought us to. And the after party was among the most wild we’ve ever seen. The day was a blast. When we arrive at our hotel room after we’re done, it’s around 3:30am. My ears are still ringing and still full of reception tunes. We brush our teeth, drink a cup of water, plug in our camera and flash batteries, and climb into bed. It is exquisite to lay in bed after such a long day. My feet are ecstatic to be released from shoes. A deep sleep comes quickly.
Saturday, August 12th:
Our alarm goes off 2 hours later. I can’t help but feel ripped off for paying full price for a hotel room and only staying there for 2 hours or so. The pillows were barely wrinkled. We shower, brush our teeth, and I avoid making eye contact with myself in the mirror. I don’t want to see how tired I feel. Today we shoot A & D’s wedding. But first, we drive toward Tim Hortons because coffee, and then we head out to the wedding, reading our day’s schedule as the coffee burns the fatigue from our brains.
An arm on the open window, a coffee in hand, a foot on the gas petal of our trusty Jeep (Jeepus Chrysler, as we call him). The scene unfolding ahead is summer beauty and warm breezes as the sun rises. Hash-brown in a little paper bag. Worn-out rock tunes from the radio. Our cameras are ready, and we’re almost ready too. It’s an adventure for us, and the sense of fatigue is part of what makes it an adventure. Working crazy hours like this is the price of not having a 9-5, and for a personality like mine, it’s necessary.
We get to A’s and it’s a delight. Its flowers, clean open spaces, snacks on the counter, make-up, hair, gifts, chatter and laughter. A offers me a coffee and I’m gitty again. Everything is pretty much… perfect.
By the time the ceremony begins though, the weather gets unperfect. After the first kiss as husband and wife, as we’re doing family formals in the church, the sound of rain sloshing on the roof is gusty and strong. Somebody always says that it’s good luck on your wedding day, and someone else always speculates that we only say that to cheer up brides and grooms. Luckily, A & D were handling the messy weather with unwavering grace and good cheer. I worried about how A might feel about the rain. I knew that photos were very important to her and that she had firm hopes of outdoors and sunlight. But I never once got the impression that either were disappointed, and as if to gift their patience, the weather cleared enough to head outside and get some photos under a light rain. Again it was chatter and laughter, and in its own way, a totally perfect day.
We hope you enjoy some the choice moments.