In the garden of Quinta da Cascata the bride and groom pose for the wedding photographer in Mafra, together and look at each other, with the bride holding the bouquet in her hand.

The wedding photographer in Portugal and the photos that remind him of others

OTHER REALITIES by THE WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER

In the garden of Quinta da Cascata the bride and groom pose for the wedding photographer in Mafra, together and look at each other, with the bride holding the bouquet in her hand.

Sometimes, some photos that come out of the wedding photographer’s camera remind me of old memories of images that I’m not even sure if I’ve ever seen. Maybe those who lived a good hundred years ago wouldn’t lose in the memory all the things that remained in it but, today, there are so many things that get in there and at such a speed that they, the things, must be so tight so that some, more cunning or with more skill, force the others to stay hidden and only give us an idea that they are there but we don’t know very well where and from where. That’s what can happen with mine, with the photographs that are there, such as the quantity that has already been entered, counting the ones that belong to other owners’ archives. But I know they’re there because sometimes I find myself with a photograph I’ve taken at a wedding that reminds me of another one that…I don’t remember.

It sounds bizarre but I want to wish it didn’t. Or it’s just that, as they say today it’s too much content for little memory or something for other reasons that I don’t talk about because I’m not adequate of knowledge. But that it gives me food for thought, it does. Most of the time it’s not the photograph itself, that is, all of it. Or it is because of the environment it contains, the way the framing was used, the elements of the composition, or even the gradation of tones that, in the case of black and white photos of the wedding has always been my main attraction. Something will be and, perhaps, one day the explanation will fall at my feet as a truth so obvious that, normally, it is always the last one that comes to our mind.

However, I am sure of one thing, it is because of these enigmatic sensations that my fascination for the photos that photography makes possible is based and offers me them as a parallel memory, like those universes that some scientists study and say may exist, where, like the photographs, they are of a parallel reality, but only a little different from each other. It’s like we’re in many places at the same time but doing slightly different things in each of the places—or sort of like that. I don’t know whether I find it fascinating or bizarre, but the scientists seem to say it’s possible.

From what I see, in my experience as a wedding photographer, I’ll leave it to see what they prove about it but, as I say and for me, with the photographs I take at that very moment in what happens in the people I photograph at weddings, it doesn’t seem out of the realm of possibility. What is a photograph if not a parallel reality that lets us stand in time a thing, or event, that time has already taken? Maybe not, but… maybe it’s because of that that I remember… what I don’t remember. Or, then, things of a wedding photographer who doesn’t know where to occupy his imagination in his between works, which is when he writes, while waiting for the new harvest of… photographs of weddings.

The groom sitting on a chair in the garden of Quinta da Cascata in Mafra, with the bride on his lap and looking both at each other, in the session with the wedding photographer in Lisbon.

Portrait of the bride looking away among the blurry branches of the trees in the garden of Quinta da Cascata in Mafra, during the session with the wedding photographer in Lisbon.

The groom, portrayed by the wedding photographer in Lisbon, looking straight ahead and with hands in pockets under the evening light in the garden of Quinta da Cascata in Mafra.

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