In May of 2016, Josh and I embarked on a three month stint living in summer housing together. This was a program run through our college, and it was one of the best living situations I've had, save the lack of air conditioning and generally long, hot days. One afternoon, I sauntered back into our room to find Josh at his computer, working on preliminary wedding planning. We talked for a few minutes before he asked me if I would photograph their wedding.
An aspiring photographer with literally no wedding experience whatsoever?
Does he know what he's saying?
"Yes!" I declared, albeit with a hint of waver in my voice.
While I was nervous at first, I was determined to do a fitting job, one that captured the love that these two share. As a close friend, I had unique access to them, as there was already a strong base of trust between us. That trust enabled us to work well together and it permitted me to have a lot of creative freedom. It also allowed me to feel free to cry during the ceremony, which I not-so-subtly hid with my camera pulled up to my face. That's why I brought it in the first place, tbh.
Josh, Rebecca - it was an honor to document your wedding day. Thank you for trusting me with it.
I was sitting in Citi Field beside my girlfriend, father, and grandfather when my phone buzzed. My friend Andrew had messaged me, asking if I could photograph his twin brother's upcoming engagement. I promptly responded with an enthusiastic y-e-s! and got down to planning. This particular engagement was a surprise, so I had to be sneaky when the time came.
In the next five days, I'd spend a total of 21 hours traveling home, down to PA for a wedding, back home, and then over to MA in time for the engagement. It was exhausting, to say the least, but those days were packed with time to reflect on why I'm so grateful to be a photographer.
The day of the engagement arrived and I was all too ready for it. It was a rainy day, but God reduced the deluge to a drizzle for what seemed to be the exact moments we needed better weather. I was tucked away on a bench in sight of the gazebo where Matthew planned to pop the question. My faithful Canon hidden underneath my rain jacket, I waited for the moment his knee touched the ground, and off went the silenced shutter.