10 years ago this April I captured my first ever wedding. It was for my fabulous friends Marcus and Inger. Was I nervous? Of course I was … I was petrified but I didn’t let anyone know it! I was close friends with nearly half of the guests, and some of the others had bigger and better camera gear than I had. But I was there and they trusted me to capture and document the day for them.
I’ve always known the importance of family portraits, and embraced the time before the ceremony to capture Marcus and Inger with their close family. I had the delicate task of making sure that we captured plenty of images of Inger and her father who was unwell without making it too obvious that’s what I was up to. The day went by in a blur of fun, happiness, and lots of “oh wow I didn’t know you were a wedding photographer”. I made the ultimate rookie mistake of not eating or drinking from the time I started shooting to when we sat down for dinner. As a result I developed a migraine and was totally exhausted and unwell by the time I got home, and swore I would never shoot another wedding again!
But then the next morning as I downloaded the cards, looked through the images and relived the moments … I knew this was a role for me! When my friends arrived home from their honeymoon and poured through images and album with tears in their eyes I was hooked. I love the responsibility I have on the day, the role of capturing and preserving every detail, every emotion, every event. I take such an immense amount of pride knowing that my images will be used to tell the story of your day for generations to come.