We Ought To Be in Pictures
Our last major vendor to find for the wedding is a photographer. As it happens, one of my coworkers does photography on the side. Actually, the way he described it, I get the impression that he and his business partner are really into digitial photography, and they’re dealing to support their habit.
I’d been putting this one off, not in the least because Fiancé has a major dislike of having his picture taken. You can tell, too. In most pictures I’ve seen, he looks as though he’s got something wedged in a very uncomfortable place…by which I don’t mean “the back seat of a Volkswagon.” Now, because he reads this, I need to clarify that holding a pose while looking relaxed is not easy for most people…and I am sure that we’ve all had enough bad pictures taken to discourage us from repeating an experience that is less uncomfortable than the average trip to the dentist, but more annoying than visiting the license bureau.
Well, it’s getting on towards the time when we really need to get this sorted out, so I thought we’d give the photogs a trial run and do a basic sitting with them. They packed up their gear and came over to the house for the shoot last night. Fiancé and I were all dressed up and ready. The cats even consented to a bare minimum of brushing.
The guys got their equipment set up with a minimum of good-natured bickering, and we were off. They did a great job of making the formal poses fun, and an even better job of making the casual poses fun. (I am particularly looking forward to seeing the proof of the one where he tossed me in the air. Yes, you did read that correctly.) Fiancé allowed as how he thought he could work with these two, and after we get a look at the proofs (which I hope will be within a week or so) we’ll make our final decision.
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