Today's photo comes from a wedding within my own family. But first, a quick aside.
I'm completely immune to all the sentimental schlock that overwhelms most people at weddings. That comes from years of being involved in nearly every aspect of a wedding apart from getting married myself. Most weddings follow the same script, and very few variants rear their desperately-needed heads. They're all alike, and they're all boring.
And you know what? Being emotionally detached from the proceedings makes me uniquely qualified to be a wedding shooter. I have no sentimental investment in what's going on in front of me, and that liberates me to grab images like this one while everyone else is getting all weepy n emo n sh*t. I fully recommend this approach to every wedding shooter out there.
This wedding was no different. I moved and I shot and I didn't really get caught up in the moment. I've spoken of the Zen of shooting, and I was in that Zen zone as always.
Then I came home, downloaded, and saw this image of the dad ünd daughter dance. And that's when I got all weepy n emo n sh*t.
I got all weepy n emo n sh*t because this stunning bride is my beloved prima Michelle, and her dad is my dear tio, whom I've known longer than she has. I've spent roughly twenty-five years tormenting, terrorizing, and annoying the living f*ck out of Michelle, The Principal Hellrat, and this image staring back at me put in perspective how far we've come in life.
I know this image isn't technically perfect. I know the focus is on their hands and not on their eyes. I know I accidentally cut off the top of my uncle's head. But you know what? I don't gaf. Every now and then, we create something that violates the principal rules of exposure, composition, color theory, and what have you, and still manages to work because it captures the moment's essence. I think this image is a case in point.
My friend Bryan put it rather beautifully when I posted this image to my personal Facebook account:
Congrats, prima. I wish you and Greg the absolute best.