When it comes to the world of work, I'll be the first to admit that taking photos is easy (and fun). However, breaking the mold to become an "official" wedding photographer is definitely not. It's a journey with many unique and daunting obstacles.
After several senior photo sessions, a few semesters at the college newspaper and days upon days spent alone with my camera - I still couldn't call myself a wedding photographer. My portfolio (at the time - my blog) waited patiently for interested eyes. I kept getting odd photo jobs - the SDSU College of Nursing's pinning ceremony, an album cover for a local garage band and portraits of a purebred yellow labrador retriever just to name a few. These were all fine and dandy, but I wouldn't call myself a photographer until I shot the most fulfilling photography subject - a wedding.
Then, the phone rang.
It was a friend of a friend who was getting hitched in Brookings, and they needed a photographer. Because it was the first wedding I had ever shot by myself - I gave them a killer rate and a hearty "thank you." My patience had paid off, and the wedding went without a hitch, and they loved the photos. In my eyes, I had officially become a photographer. I really can't thank Collin and Nichole enough.
About two months ago, they called me up again to create their family photo for their Christmas card.
These shots are their first family photos taken in their first (gorgeous) house with their first pet. How could I say no? I shouldn't have been so surprised when they told me that they and their families love these portraits.
After all, when you have good subjects and friends like these, taking photos is easy.
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