The worst thing you can do or the best thing you can do is send me on a trip by myself. Alone with my thoughts and a good CD my mind is in constant overdrive. I shot a wedding Saturday and it was a good hour drive there. Singing as loud as I could to my Beatles CD and in perfect harmony as I might add, I knew it was going to be a great time. Eleanor Rigby and Yesterday played too many times.
I was looking so forward to it because it was a young couple. They were very outgoing and a lot of fun to be around so I knew it was going to be a blast. One thing, storms. Bad storms coming and all around us but I don't worry too much. I am not ready to go but if it is time, it is time so I try not to worry. But I have to say I was a little nervous.
I made my way to the front pew to get a good shot of the ceremony and a video was playing with pictures of the couple from their childhood. I could tell they both had a great family. I got emotional hearing old songs that were perfect for the setting. After the ceremony was over I rushed out to catch the brides last moments in the church before the reception. Out of nowhere an old friend caught my eye and we talked; talked about his family and times before. I miss his sister.
I was easily sidetracked to say the least. I made my way to the reception after shooting some candids of the bride and groom catching a moment. I shot the usual stuff the cake, the food, the decorations, you know details that a lot of hard work go into but it seems like no one really notices. They appeared and had their first dance. I cannot describe the way he looked at her in words. It was beautiful. The way every girl wants to be looked at.
Her grandfather asked her to dance next and he said something to her and she started crying. I caught it with the camera and then this overwhelming feeling hit me. I don't know if it was the words to a Beatles song, the storm, the memories brought up from the friend, the stress from getting "the shot" or what but the next thing I know I am in the bathroom crying. After I composed myself I hurried back not to miss a thing. What do you know? I guess I am human after all or the spirit of Roy Orbison was following me.
I am really a cool cat when it comes to emotion and so dead set on catching everyone else. Maybe I need to cry more often. Someone once told me that I didn't grieve right. I didn't know there was a right way to do it. I certainly didn't know the Beatles would make me cry.
Just to be on the safe side I listened to Jay-Z on the way home...Until then
Keep Rockin
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