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Archive for April, 2008


The Toast

I mentioned in a previous post how it is a standard practice of mine to visit the site of the wedding and/or reception prior to the event to familiarize myself with the location and scout out potentially interesting areas to shoot.

This image is the result of that very practice. This couple were both graduates of James Madison University; they met there and the school meant a great deal to them both. So much so that they decided to get married and have their reception at the school in a building called The Drum for its two story curved wall of windows that gave the impression of being on the inside of a drum. One made of glass, I guess.

Even though the school is located about two hours away from Richmond, I took the opportunity to meet the couple and the bride’s mother at The Drum a few months prior to the wedding when they were going to be there planning the ceremony and reception.

As we were looking around and discussing their plans, I couldn’t help noticing that one specific position on the second floor gave a view downstairs that might encompass everyone on their guest list. The idea for this shot etched itself into my brain and I knew we just had to do it. I discussed the idea with the bride and groom and they were all for it.

When you think of equipment your wedding photographer may bring with them to your wedding, you might not be inclined to list “ladder” along with “cameras” and “lenses”, but more often than not, I do, indeed, pack a short ladder in my vehicle. For this image, I’m standing on that ladder, about 4 feet above the bride and grooms’ head with a flash aimed in their direction. The exposure was set to allow the ambient light to provide detail on the guests downstairs and the flash was powered down so as not to over-expose the B & G.

I enlisted the help of the DJ in getting all the guests into position to toast the newlyweds. We did three shots. As these things frequently work out, this was the very first image of the three.

Reflections On Cycling

Can you figure out this image?

Turn it upside down in your imagination. Do you see it?

This is the reflection of a mountain bike rider in a pool of water. This was taken on the James River on the south side of Belle Isle. When the river isn’t running high (more and more often these days, it seems), rocks are exposed, making for a bike riding experience similar to a tiny slice of Moab, Utah right here in downtown Richmond.

I was positioned on the pedestrian bridge that crosses the river taking pictures of my friend as he rode his bike around the area. I noticed his reflection in this pool of water several times as he rode by and got the idea for a silhouette portrait.

I yelled down to him to give directions where I wanted him to be. It just so happened that the setting sun caused his water bottle to light up just as he got in position and I got the image.

I have a brother in the graphic design business whose first thought when seeing this image was that it was a basic silhouette that had been altered in Photoshop. He was suprised to learn that it was a straight shot of a reflection in a pool of water.

One of the images I shot along with this one was used in the Winter 2004 IMBA Newsletter you can see here on Page 14. (They mis-credited the image to Bryan Moody. He’s actually the guy on the bike, not the one behind the camera!)

First Exposure to Chocolate

Chocolate Girl

This little girl was the niece of the bride at a wedding here in Richmond, Virginia. Her parents are Vegans, meaning a very strict diet with absolutely no animal products whatsoever.

I didn’t know this at the time, I just thought I was capturing images of a pretty little girl obviously enjoying herself at the chocolate fountain.

Turns out, this was her very first exposure to chocolate. Look at the expression on her face: this little girl has found a new favorite treat! I don’t happen to like chocolate and fruit myself, but she was just going to town dipping different kinds of melon, pineapple, and strawberries into the flowing chocolate. If you look carefully, you can see some chocolate smeared on her right cheek.

The bride later told me that as her brother and his wife were leaving with their daughter, they joked about having to send her to detox. I’m sure she was climbing the walls all night long. I know she was at least climbing the trees out back; I have pictures!

How I Nearly Lost an Eye for an Image

Bride on Steps

This lovely relaxed portrait of a bride with her bouquet was taken on the back steps of The Manor House, just outside of Richmond, Virginia. Being the first wedding I would photograph at this location, I made sure to schedule an appointment with the management for a few days before the wedding to scout out likely portrait locations.

I particularly liked some steps leading to one of the back doors of the house and the dappled light cast by the sun through some nearby trees. I noticed, too, that the steps would need some cleaning before I asked the bride to sit on them. “Trash the Dress” might be the current rage in wedding photography, but I don’t believe in causing a mess in the hours BEFORE the wedding!

So, I made sure to bring a broom with me on the wedding day so we could sweep the steps in preparation for the image I had envisioned.

My assistant and I used practically every square inch of the grounds at this location for portraits and we eventually made our way to these steps. I gave the bride and groom a few minutes to themselves and sent my assistant after some piece of gear while I picked up the broom and started sweeping.

When I’m starting to sweep one of the upper steps, my assistant comes up to me on my right and says something. I turn my head toward my assistant just as I’m making a backstroke with the broom and manage to jab the end of that broomstick directly into my right eye. Hard. As in “the end of the broomstick bounces off the upper portion of my eye socket” hard.

You may or may not be able to imagine the pain. I didn’t know whether to cry out in agony or start laughing at myself for being so phenomenally stupid as to stab myself in the eye with a broomstick. I think what came out was something along the way of “Gaaaa!”

I normally wear glasses, but when I’m shooting I wear disposable contact lenses. When I opened my right eye, I couldn’t see anything but a smeared mess of color. I reached up and pulled one half of a contact lens out of the teary wet mess of my eye. I had spare contacts in my kit (I carry backups of EVERYTHING!), but I knew there’d be no putting another contact in that eye for a while.

I made my way to a nearby bathroom to check my eye out in a mirror and to use some tissues to try to dry things out. I could tell that my eye wasn’t seriously damaged as I could still see out of it and it didn’t look bad, just very red and teary.

After a few minutes, I felt I was able to resume my duties as photographer. Thank goodness for autofocus cameras and lenses! (I’m right-eyed, naturally). Heading back outside, I retrieve my camera gear from my assistant and reassure everyone that I’m OK. I position the bride on the steps and the picture above is the result. I made it through the rest of the day and into the night just fine.

The next morning, I discovered the other half of the destroyed contact lens was still in my eye. Can you imagine making it through the day with one half of a contact lens in your eye?

Funny side story: the bride’s mother is a psychologist with a terrific sense of humor and a great personality. After the wedding, while we’re waiting for family members to gather for the formals, she notices my very red and puffy right eye. “What happened?!” she asked. Her daughter was more than happy to let her know that I had stabbed myself with the end of a broomstick. (The bride has an equally terrific sense of humor and just as great a personality). Mother of the Bride then proceeds to examine my arm and wrist for any scars and other signs of self-mutilation while asking “And why would you do such a thing?” I believe my answer offered an explanation that questioned both my intelligence and my heritage.