The baby, during his christening party and on his grandmother's lap, holds a sign "my christening", next to the mother who laughs at him, captured by the baptism photographer in Lisboa, Portugal.

The photographer arrives at the wedding and baptism

THE BEGINNING by THE WEDDING AND BAPTISM PHOTOGRAPHER

The baby, during his christening party and on his grandmother's lap, holds a sign "my christening", next to the mother who laughs at him, captured by the baptism photographer in Lisboa, Portugal.

  What will be the thing that makes the wedding and baptism photographer, at the end of more than fifteen years, still continue fascinated and wanting, whenever requested by clients that felt interested in his work, to come back to another event and not think for a moment that he has done everything, that he can not surprise himself anymore and, especially, that he will not be there boring and thinking all the time about the moment to pick up his tools in the bag and go home, as fast as he can.

We all know about the fascination of the things we do, and like, at the beginning and, with time and repetition, we lose that initial energy that drives us to do it with passion. I have found disappointed people with the choice they have made with the profession and the initial taste was vanishing until it was a sacrifice difficult to support.

   For my part, it was not me who chose the profession of photographer. It chooses me. At that time we needed to find our way and what to do as a professional, my path was far way different and it is not the matter here.

The circumstances dictated my future and, between the gorges and the peaks of the French Alpes, some fascination entered my eyes, through a viewfinder of a photographic camera that everything changed when I got back home and the new path was already decided. That little thing, that fits in the palm of my hand, was a magnet to my right eye and occupied my mind all the time, even in dreams, I swear.

   In the middle of the way, other circumstances ordered some changes. Or I left the photographing things and started again on a different path or…again it was decided, not by me, but by the circumstances. Without expecting it, I was a wedding to a friend of a friend photographing and it was a revelation.

I was doing one thing that all the time fascinates me about photography: portrait. Photographing people always made me shake my index finger, the one that is charged to take the photo, because it can me to lose my photo at the right time, of impatience.

So, again, I felt that sensation of doing something that always attracted me without the need to ask anyone to take a picture, and even there was no risk of repeating myself from event to event. The combinations were so different all the time, which kept me away from the possibility of feeling myself repeating and being bored or of boredom.

On the contrary, it was how I stayed the photographer of the wedding as baptisms.

And still, I am going on.

During the christening party, two little boys, sitting on the floor, look at a cell phone.
The aunt of the boy who was baptized plays with him sitting in a baby seat, during the christening party at Estoril House.
The baby's grandfather, celebrated for his baptism, takes a look at what some women guests are watching on a cell phone, at the party at Estoril House.
The baby, at his christening party at Estoril House, on his mother's lap and smiling at her.
The baby, at the christening party and on her mother's lap, look at a canvas where guests leave a message.
The baby's grandmother, at her christening party at Estoril House, plays with him on her lap, with the grandfather, out of focus, on the back and to the side.

Phots from a baptism party at Estoril House in Portugal.

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