A WEDDING CEREMONY, CHAPTER 8, by LISBON WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER
It’s time to take it easy. If you’ve followed, chapter by chapter what the wedding photographer has written about his coverage of Rita and Dylan’s wedding, you know that it all started sometime earlier on that August morning with clouds kissing Lisbon and offering him the light that he likes so much, in these wedding ceremony things, to get everyone’s eyes looking at the happiness that’s in them instead of closing them because the sun, although our friend, is sometimes uncomfortable and doesn’t let us see what’s inside, from the glances.
So, whenever some clouds are his friends, of the wedding photographer, who decides to soften him up by pretending it’s for some meteorological reason, he knows who he has to thank and does everything to honor them, always doing his best work, especially when he has, as he always has at weddings, who offers them to him, the photos, in all shapes and sizes.
So, now, it’s in the quietness as soon as my main characters of this true story arrive and meet to stop being bride and groom, we’ll see what they will become a little later, they look at each other with those looks of eyes that know why they are there and that the wedding photographer takes advantage of, like in those films where we know that something very important is going to happen when the director shows us those close-ups of faces with intriguing eyes that make us try to guess what’s coming.
Those are moments of waiting, of I’m happy to be here with you, of how beautiful you look, and where the wedding photographs will try to show that, once a diligent lens finds them at the right moment and sends them into the camera in front of the wedding photographer’s right eye.
The wedding photographer knows that those looks of coziness to the location, and the moment, are short-lived. Others will come and bring with them other feelings and other emotions that need to be, immediately, transformed into wedding photos because they are the ones that will, whenever time wants them again and again, show how it was and how they were. It is those brief moments that give a special flavor to the photographs that come loose like the leaves, already red, of the trees of the forest that transform the mountain slopes into a constant sunset and that are so attractive to other photographers.
As soon as they, the photos that fall like autumn leaves, are about to leave on the wind of time, the wedding photographer guesses the moment when he can, through his lens, make them stay forever, in a line that stubbornly leaves nothing behind, time. He has learned to deceive it and is always deceiving it, time, in every wedding.
