Michael Hartley wrote:
1985, wife's seven year old son was the photographer at the judges office. Got one photo of the deer head on the wall, one of a ten pound bass, one of me, the wife, and judge. Wife is kinda short, so me and the judge are just shoulders down.
Michael, :lol: :thumbup: That is classic, and beyond funny, not to mention sweet!
I was our wedding photographer! 1970, pretty broke, traveled by road to Casper, Wyoming for wife's mother's sake. Did the whole thing ourselves. My wife made her own lovely candlelight gown. I honestly thought at the time that I was a fertogafer (couldn't spell it), and my Yashica TLR had a gee-whiz Self Timer! Save lots of $$$! Wheeee!
In those days I shot all B&W processed myself. I preset the thing to get a ceremony shot, tripped by someone else as we faced each other at the altar. It was great! Nailed the available-light exposure, the window looked wonderful even in B&W.
Ceremony over I added the flash, a big potato-masher Honeywell, but I cranked the exposure so the flash was dominant. Lost the window, lost the candles... I didn't blow the wedding; the shots were fine, just could have been much, much better. Learning curve.
Biggest headache was the time it took. You can't shoot just one! Each setup was shot at least twice, and I did Bride + mother, Bride + sister (Matron of Honor), added mother... I suspect it took an hour and the custodian threw us out. :lol:
The guests, mostly older ladies waiting at bride's mom's home for the reception to FINALLY (!!!) start were
visibly irritated when we finally showed up. Oops. :oops: :cry: :roll: