Let’s start at the very beginning.
I’m not going to pretend that all I’ve ever wanted to do my whole life is become a photographer, or that I started shooting while I was in high school, or that I’m the artsy type who is super creative or gifted. I was none of those things. Let’s just say I’m a late photography bloomer.
Two years ago, at the young-ish age of 24, is when I became interested in photography. Planning a wedding tends to do that to some people, and by some people I mean me. I took my task of finding a wedding photographer very seriously. I was on a budget, but I knew what I was looking for. Countless Google searches and scouring of wedding forums for wedding photographers in Central NY led me to one website after another after another. I spent months searching and researching and looking at all kinds of amazingness (and some not-so-amazingness) that photographers had created. On top of searching for my own wedding photographer, I spent a bajillion hours researching ideas for décor, cakes, and other details for the wedding. With these ideas came beautiful inspiration in the form of photographs that truly brought the little details to life and that captured the feeling of the day.
I was intrigued. I was enthralled. I wanted to stare at pretty pictures all day long. I wanted to create pretty photographs that were all my own.
There was only one problem. Two actually. Both pretty major. I didn’t own a decent camera. And I didn’t have any knowledge of photography.
(To Be Continued)