Until last week, Paul and I had never worked with a professional photographer. Our wedding was a low-key affair that resulted in a few snapshots contained in an album. And there’s a rather stiff photo that was taken at a local department store when our boys were young. I suggested, and he agreed, that we document where we are today — after more than 30 years of marriage.
The older I get, the less I like to be photographed. Lately, when someone snaps my picture, the resulting image often seems to catch my worst angle – at least in my eyes. Yet I know that I am perfectly presentable, I just have to put myself in the hands of the right photographer.
I knew that my friend Cheryl Sparks was that photographer. She is not only talented, she knows how to put people at ease. I knew she could get us both to relax. Cheryl put a lot of thought into our session. She said that she wanted to capture the dynamic between the two of us, and she shared a photo shoot of another couple as an example of what she had in mind.
So we had fun. We were silly.
It was quite windy, but I released all worries of crazy-looking hair into the breeze. We both loved the results—more of which can be viewed on Cheryl’s blog.
Oh, and speaking of photography, you can now follow me on Instagram.
Those are great pictures, Judith! You look just the same as you did ten years ago!
Gian Schauer said:
How beautiful and what a wonderful way to celebrate the two of you!
D. A. Wolf said:
This is very cool, Judith. It’s strange (and sad) how many of us shy away from the camera lens… usually mistaken in how wonderful it is to capture a moment.
I spent decades hating the camera (seeing myself as fat), had a few years when I was comfortable, and now in midlife in a photoshopped world, find myself again uncomfortable. Why do we do this to ourselves?
For some reason Millay came to mind: “We were very weary; we were very merry; we had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.” I may not have that quite right, but you see what I mean.