last weekend saw me photograph my first wedding, and i don’t think i’ve ever enjoyed a days shooting more
i was an usher at the ceremony while also looking after my 7 month old son,
so i was shooting the before and after stuff
last minute nerves
and the same next door
and while some waited patiently
others weren’t even ready
now onto the afters
the ‘pro’ had a thing for lines of people, where do they learn this shit?
i caught him showing the ladies how to stand like a teapot 
even the fellas were at it
by this time, my girlfriend was getting sick of me taking her photo
the look of exasperation 
this is the happiest wedding i’ve ever been to, everyone smiling or laughing
leave a boy alone in a garden for five minutes and he’ll find a stick to prod things with
leave a girl alone in a room with a violinist for five minutes and she’ll find a chandelier to stand under
’so what did you get me for a wedding present?’
‘a what?’
‘a lawnmower!’
‘a lawnmower?’
‘gulp, a fucking lawnmower?’
‘a fucking what?’
‘oh bollocks’
‘the speeches went down a treat
as did the disco classics
you know it’s time to go home when,
the kids look tired….
pissed up blokes start wearing shoes on their ears….
the bride starts dancing like an egyptian….
and the photographer starts taking pissed up reflection shots and somehow misses the hyperfocal…..
all images shot on ilford delta @iso100 and ilford hp5 @iso800 on my trusty yashica rangefinder
