The bride dancing in her wedding party at Quinta da Ramila, captured by the wedding photographer in Leiria.

The photographer in Leiria when he writes about weddings

THERE ARE NO BLANK PHOTOS by THE WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER IN PORTUGAL

The bride dancing in her wedding party at Quinta da Ramila, captured by the wedding photographer in Leiria.

Photo of the bride dancing and others of the guests, at Quinta da Ramila in Fátima


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There’s never a shortage of photos

    Discovering photos, that happen during the wedding day, has a significant advantage over the computer keyboard, where the letters are all scrambled and each one is needed to complete the words to make phrases that complete periods with the commas, the dots, and everything.

The photographs are just there. It is only needed to know how to find themes and pick them up. Of course, it is required some natural skills to do it, with some learning how to make them fly away through the lenses, that never tired to chase them. Still, the wedding photographer does not need to have the anguish of the artist who paints or the writer who writes, without a single sign of how to begin the process. 

Never, in my wedding photographer days, did I have to worry about the lack of photos, the lack of themes, the kind, if portrait or architectural, if it is still life, or that runners that think that I never catch them, because everything is there. It is only needed to learn how the framing works, guess the right moment for the pick-up, and have some taste for the composition, so they look beautiful. They, the photos, never stop to appear to me, and, so, I never have that blank sheet or canvas.

The words, the photographer, and the photos

    But, to be seated here, finding five hundred words, they say that is good for the interested reader and does not bother him, because it is not a page of literature, it is simply a wedding photographer talking about himself, his vanities, his joys and, always about of what, without them, he would not be, nor would it make any sense to be writing whatever it was, the photographs.

The photos he sees when the bride is becoming a bride or groom, the flowers she takes and embellishes where she goes, the altars through which they metamorphose from engaged to married and there, where everybody enjoys, dances, eats, and drinks until they get tired and go home, knowing that they spilled some liquids but, fundamentally, a lot of love.

After all, it is written

    Despite the wedding photographer arriving home barely able to support himself on the heels, it did not cost him anything. But, being here looking at the photos for today’s post, together or single, and having one, even a small one, an idea that he never repeated before, it is a wedding thing and he can not write about another thing than weddings being photographed, it is not easy for someone who is a photographer rather than a writer…

But, look, it seems that it is done, this one is ready to go. The next one may be easier to write and find a more profound theme than the lack of imagination in the wedding photographer...for writing.

A wedding guest wearing a Mexican hat sings alongside two others playing guitars, during the wedding party at Quinta da Ramila, seen by the wedding photographer in Leiria.

Sitting at the table, a wedding guest shows something to his daughter and wife on his mobile phone, seen by the wedding photographer.

A wedding guest, at the party at Quinta da Ramila, whispers something to his girlfriend who laughs, captured by the wedding photographer in Leiria.

The bride plays with a baby on her mother's lap, at the wedding meal table in Quinta da Ramila, seen by the wedding photographer.

At the wedding party at Quinta da Ramila, a father hugs his two daughters in a moment by the wedding photographer in Leiria.

The moment, captured by the wedding photographer, when a single woman at the wedding receives the bouquet from the bride.

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