When my friend called to tell me she was engaged I was thrilled for her. That is, until she said she wanted me to photograph her wedding.
Photographing a wedding is hard work. It’s exhausting actually, and it can be stressful. When you’re the photographer you’re not there to share in the joy of the day, you’re there to capture it for posterity. In this case if something were to go wrong or, God forbid, my friend didn’t like the photos, it could end a 20-year friendship. And then there’s the sticky bit of what to charge a friend. No, this was not a good idea. It’s guest or photographer, you can’t do both.
So I told my friend I was flattered, blah blah, but no, I couldn’t possibly. She understood, but as soon as we hung up I had second thoughts. I would be there anyway, snapping away. I knew it would be a gorgeous wedding and, to be honest, I didn’t want to share the photo op. Maybe I could do it. It could be my wedding gift. What was I going to get her otherwise, bath towels?
Photographing the wedding was my gift to a wonderful friend and her new husband, and I wish that all the happiness and beauty of the day is with them throughout their lives. But would I be a guestographer in the future? I suppose it depends on how good the friend. In this case she’s one of the best.
And what can I say, she’s hard to shop for.