This is a wedding photo

EMBRACING ARMS IN A PHOTO

These hands do not belong to the bride nor do the neck of the groom. But it is a wedding photo. And if it was made by request, I am sure, does not end so well.  That is why it is born from the method which gives me more security in the cover of the wedding and with the most absolute truth: wedding photojournalism.  I know I am not a photojournalist from the news that brings to us those events from the real, and sometimes very hard, life around the world with photos that make us rethink our life and our view of the world. Those photographers, sometimes at the risk of their life, will go there where nobody wants to go and bring to us the news that, most of the time is so different from the roses of our backyard. And those photographers I admire and respect.

But, because I respect them, I will use their method of work of not doing part of the action and as an observer at a near distance, in a way to not be part, and not far enough to not understand what is happening. I try to have attention, to be fast in the event and observe the things nobody in the party is positioned to look at and, using the little rectangle in the front of my right eye, catch that moment to some sort of eternity that photography can do and, in the future, someone will observe with some delight, I hope.

In fact, and thinking a bit, I am a sort of a moments thief which I pick up inside my bag of treasures and, after, like Robin Wood, I will devolve into someone that will need that moment again because it was a glimpse of someone living in some piece of time in this universe. I just hope that the viewer will feel the same sincere truth of these hands around the neck that they have chosen. If this is true I will go as a wedding photographer, yes I will.

De um casamento na Quinta da Serra em Sintra

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