the shoot
surprised the hell out of a slew of people when we held up a big sheet for the poet’s wife to change behind. surprised em again when I dropped onto my back or climbed random objects or generally ran around like a monkey.
the afternoon, well, had a few things to work around. namely, the amateur.
she walked in front of I don’t know how many shots. to take her own. with a sony powershoot. with center framed people. far away. and to top it off she kept calling the couple away from the places where there was actually, you know, light, to places where their faces were completely shaded against a bleach-white sky. I seriously almost threw her off the mountain.
my attempts to get the poet’s wife into the front seat of taxis (instead of the back behind two open windows) failed miserably. fortunately the hairspray (and god knows what else) held. so even though no one could talk the poet out of his jeans (and into proper pants, sheesh) I managed to get one or two pretty decent shots. long story boring, felt damned good to be back.
the photos on imageevent aren’t necessarily the wedding best, but they’re my personal favorites of the day
filed under :: home base :: annie carr @ 11:08 pm