FROM CHAOS TO HARMONY by THE PORTUGAL WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER
Some photos of the couple in a garden in Sintra, during a pre-wedding session
Wandering through weddings
If you ask me why I like to photograph weddings I could write you a treaty, or ask you to read all the posts in this blog about weddings, how to photograph them and show them in photographs to find new clients and, also, celebrate, say thank you and honor all of those who had the kindness to take me with them for the wedding day, until now.
It seems that every small piece that is part of the wedding day, or before and, even, after, gave me reasons for wanting to be there and motivated me to fulfill my wandering inside the weddings with my cameras and lenses, between my hands and eyes, harvesting in some intoxicating way that does not let me space inside my mind for another sort of thoughts or wishes.
My cameras and their lenses
Once, someone attached to the steal of pieces of happenings in the life of other people, like me, told me that it seemed I was off the world and tenaciously bound only for what matters in place as if my tools commanded every organ in my body and use them as instruments of their will, essentials for what only they knew what to be done.
I think it is true, that they order the photographer in the wedding what they need for what and, fundamentally, for how it must be done. All the energy and elastic mobility of his muscles are at the service of his tools, like any believer in a ritual surrender to celebrate the object of his beliefs.
They have been my photographic cameras and lenses, and my dedicated teachers teaching me to use my worst defect and my best quality as a wedding photographer.
Or rather, I fell as a wedding photographer because that defect no longer let me rest with the other king of photography I worked with, lover of the great technical rigor, everything in his perfect place, light where it was needed without flaws, etc.
Improvisation is the cement for photographs
Well, a bummer for my defect until the day I took my tools to a wedding, and, there, they found everything that my quality was anxious to find and my defect anxious to let go. Subjects everywhere without a previous draw, chaos where they assured me, and taught me, that what moves without apparent directions was composed into pieces with sense, which they can become what we call photographs.
Improvisation is what makes me feel connected with my labor tools and, with them, with what is happening in front of us and assuring that, at the end of the day, everything makes sense.
The story is complete. So on a wedding day, in an elopement session, or, also, in a baptism.
