The bride with a friend cross the street towards the church door, seen by the wedding photographer in Lisbon.

The wedding photographer in Portugal revisits his archival photographs

REVIEW BY THE WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER

The bride with a friend cross the street towards the church door, seen by the wedding photographer in Lisbon.

In the articles I write, for pleasure and necessity, I often recover wedding photos that have already taken place some time ago. When I go through my archive I always find a few more that I think are worthy of, also, to be brought back to the wedding photographer’s attention and to those who visit the pages of my blog. On the one hand, I can see if my photographs have resisted the time they already have, if it still feels good to see them again and, on the other hand, it gives me the good feeling of having already made many that are the cement for all those that I still have to make in the future. Basically, I never lose track of what has been done in order to continue with the certainty that whatever comes will have a good base that guarantees to continue my project as a wedding photographer. With the same intensity with which it began some years ago.

From time to time we should reflect on what we are doing, me as me and me as a wedding photographer. To confirm if the project of one is still guaranteed by the other or if we notice any break in the doing that may, also, break the confidence in the decision to continue. I honestly don’t think so. If, on the one hand, I don’t find a big difference in today’s work compared to yesterday’s, it is also true that I feel that the wedding photographer continues to evolve and to be trustworthy in his, sometimes exaggerated, sense of delivery when he is in the role of chronicler raising stories that he will tell, not in words, but in wedding photographs.

So, yes, I will continue to bring in my articles the photographs that happened there in time already gone, which was neither centuries nor decades ago as it happens with some chronicles of other stories, but already with some time, given the speed with which it runs today, to be seen with another look by the wedding photographer. Something I am always very careful with how is my professional consistency. I learned a long time ago with a teacher of other things, but where they also talked about photography and, perhaps mine came from there, the difference between the professional who has to make a product to deliver to a client and the artist who is subject to the obligation of total freedom.

The former has the duty to be consistent and deliver to the client, the bride, and the groom, what he expected when he hired him. The second has a duty to respect only his own freedom of creation and, even with a client for intended work, he will never know what will be delivered to him. Both, however, have the duty of their own consistency and respect for those who trusted them. This is why the wedding photographer needs to review himself to ensure he keeps going. And it feels good.

View of the Church facade with some wedding guests in front, by the wedding photographer in Lisbon.

The groom holding hands with his little daughter at the church door as they wait for the bride, seen by the wedding photographer in Lisbon.

The face of the bride smiling inside the car, moments before leaving for the ceremony in the church, in a composition by the Lisbon wedding photographer.

On the way to the church flanked by garden trees, the bride walks with a friend, captured by the Lisbon wedding photographer.

The groom very smiling as he sees the bride enter the church door for the ceremony, by the Lisbon wedding photographer.

Wedding guests sitting in the church pews look back to see the bride enter the ceremony, by the wedding photographer in Lisbon.

The bride walks down the path inside the church to the altar arm in arm with her father, seen by the wedding photographer in Lisbon.

The Interior of the church is seen from the entrance with the bride and groom and guests at the wedding ceremony, by the wedding photographer in Lisbon.

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