FASTNESSNESS by THE PORTUGAL WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER
It was a long time ago when I photographed Ana, Rui, and the kids on an ending day at Praia das Avencas in Parede. I met them at the wedding, of which I was a photographer, Vanessa, and Bruno. It is one of those events when a wedding gives me another wedding and baptisms and, still, another. I remember very well when I received the call from Rui when my eyes were tired from editing photos for a long day, in the quietness of my office, where I found all the mysteries they contain, the photos, the amazements by the surprise of what I did not notice in the moment of the taking, or, also, the irritation of not having had the clairvoyance, at the moment, and better it the angle of the point of view that which would have transformed into more careful attention at the moment of being viewed, which is what a photograph is for.
After the surprise of the look we are at the Avencas beach, you do not want to give a step up here and do the photo session for so long time scheduled but never fulfilled until now? I must confess that I deal very badly with the fastnesses of immediate decisions. I am in my concentration of the moment executing my things, or nothing which does not give me any guilt, in my cozy being and, suddenly, have to solve something or be challenged for something right at the moment, let me in some sort of mental dizziness, with some strange sensation when I have to move from one state of mind to another and I need some…to what? You are where? Do you want when?…moments to perceive what is required of me?
Hummm!!!….yes, I was so inside my photographs needing my attention to make them even more mine that, when I received Rui’s phone call, I was like we are after sleep but not quite awake yet and, almost at the moment to get up a dream is implanted but we do not want to miss the end and the alarm clock tells us to get up, for the important things of the day, and that sort of dizziness mixes with the light of the light open because it is time to go to life. But, since we get up and the cold waters clean the eyes with the weight of the sleep still attached to them, I was already with my cameras on my shoulders with the right lenses for the job on the beach I know so well and, when I noticed, I was coming back with a bag full of photos and the sun was already getting ready under the bed for a big night sleep, snuggled by the waters of the Atlantic Ocean as so many Portuguese sailors have done over the centuries. About the photos, I leave some for you o see that it was true.