IN THE END, SHE WAS THERE by THE WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER
A photo of the groom’s grandmother at the wedding ceremony in the Igreja Matriz de Stº António in Reguengos de Monsaraz
Inside the wedding ceremonies
I have obligation, and pleasure, inside the wedding ceremonies, steal some time due to the lack of time I have and photograph some of the guests and give to my clients, not a survey of them all, but an idea of how the state of mind of the presents.
With that walk between the long seats, I find those characters that call the attention of the wedding photographer, because of what they are doing, by the emotion, or simply by the faces that, to a compulsive portraitist, have more attraction than an íman to metal.
The beautiful wrinkles of life, in a beautiful photograph
When a wedding photographer, but in the paper page designer of the album, I like to put the most important members of the ceremony on a special page designed for that purpose. So, when I thought to have done an irreproachable job waiting only for compliments, I already told, here, that when I am a wedding photographer I am very vain with a big ego… where is my grandmother? Here is her granny but I do not see mine. Hoops…well, maybe I did not photograph her, I did not know who she was…, dammed vanity…but, let’s try to find her. And here she was. It must be.
That face, with that proud and beautiful wrinkles offered by her long life, with the gravity appropriate to the place and that serenity that only to a few people is aloud, could only have been the subject of the wedding photographer. And the album was complete.