Weddings...Oh My!

Back in July, a couple of my friends were getting married and asked me to be their photographer. I honestly tried to talk them out of it, explaining to them that I'm a portrait photographer instead. Weddings really intimidate me. They were set on me doing it, so I agreed to be there on their big day, camera in hand.

Oh yeah! Did I mention that shortly after agreeing to this, I broke my finger. Meaning, I was shooting my first wedding in over two years with my left arm in a cast. I was nuts but determined to come through for them. I enlisted the help of my good friend Joe, who kept me calm and was my second shooter. I could not have done it without his help.

Their wedding was beautiful and incorporated many different elements. You see, Blanca is from Bolivia, so some of her family was there who mainly spoke Spanish. They were doing ministry at a deaf church in the city, so there was sign language throughout the ceremony. I was happy to be there and experience all these different people coming together to celebrate their union.

Even though I'm six months late in posting these, congratulations Corey and Blanca! Here are a few of my favorites.

Cross Processing Take Two

As I mentioned in this previous post, I've been experimenting with E-6 film in my old 35mm camera. I learned a lot of what not to do from my first roll, so here's what came out of my second one. I explored some familiar and not so familiar spots in the Crescent City. Here are a few of my favorites. You can see more on my facebook page.

Confessions of a Friendaholic

I confess:

I like people.
The good ones are almost like a drug to me.
I can say no to tasks but rarely to my friends.
When I do say no, I'm afraid I'll miss something really fun.
I talk too much, and that is exponentially worse when I'm having a good time.
I have a tendency to stay up WAY past when I should on a work night.
When I'm responsible and leave early, I feel bummed.

I'm a friendaholic!

To survive 2012, I need to detox a little. Some will be by choice and some by necessity, but it must happen.

So, if you're my friend and you see my lapsing into old habits; tell me to go home! :) And if anything fun happens after I leave...tell me later.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed on this one, but stay tuned because I've got a backlog of thoughts and photography to share. Twenty-eleven was an eventful year; bring on 2012.