Ten years ago today, at this time, I was dancing under a big white tent in my mother’s back yard. The tent was decorated with Christmas lights and candles, and filled with all of my friends and family and my husband’s friends and family. And I had been married to my college sweetheart for 6 whole hours.
My college friend made this photo of us on our wedding day. She so generously worked all day long to make gorgeous black and white film images of our wedding day. (Sara moved back to Sweden after college and has three adorable little girls with her own college sweetheart.) Before the wedding, I showed Sara a picture similar to this one from an ad in a bridal magazine. I wanted to re-create it on my wedding day. She took out her Holga and viola!
I made this photo of my husband and me when we first started to date in college, almost six years before our wedding day. The assignment was to make a picture every hour of one day, which was really fun and inspiring.
Is being so in love with someone myself what brought me to this career of photographing weddings? Because I want to make something special for other people just beginning a journey that I have so enjoyed? Do my images and personality appeal to the betrothed because I can appreciate how much feeling and hope and expectation can go into a wedding, and into a marriage? I don’t know, but it does seem that being happily in love gives me a stability and a focus, so that I can fully concentrate on being there for other people on their exciting day. For that, and so many other things, I thank (and adore) my Owen.