I said I was going to post nearly every Friday, didn't I? Maybe I should have gotten a grant first.
Last night, Heidi's brother got married. I took a ton of pictures, and spent the larger part of today editing and posting them. I had originally made it clear to everyone that I was cool with doing the invitations, but I didn't want to photograph the wedding. I'm still glad I said that. There's something inherently intimidating in knowing you're the only one getting the pictures of a group that you'll never be able to reassemble for a do-over. Still, as you'll see, I managed to get some great shots.
Just before we were about to leave, one of the photographers stopped over and talked with me for a bit. Now there's one thing you should know about me up front. Whenever I see anyone else even remotely interested in photography, the hair stands up on the back of my neck, out come my fangs and claws and I'm ready to pounce. Fortunately it's not something anyone actually ever sees or even senses.
That said, I often feel overwhelmed by the urge to immediately crush and neutralize anything that even remotely resembles the kind of competition that could come between me and eventually doing this for a living. Fortunately, the feeling usually fades pretty fast. After that, I can't stop talking technique, gear and everything else for the next thirty minutes. (I know, it's messed up. I'm working on it.)
Anyhow, as I was beginning to say, I chatted for a bit with one of the photographers. He pulled a Gary Fong flash diffuser from his bag and said, "Do you think this will fit your flash?" I tried it out and he said something to the effect of, "I've got two, you can have it."
Lucky me! Not only did I come home with a bunch of great pictures and a cool new toy, I even managed to learn something valuable. As it turns out, not everyone in the insanely competitive world of photography is out to get me. Some of them are actually even nice.