We attended a wedding this weekend. I think the girls in khaki and pink were the official photographers. Notice the one in the background, clutching her camera. My daughter had my camera and was taking photos. From the looks of things, this gal must have thought my daughter was infringing on her territory. She kept glaring at my daughter the whole time. I was watching. Honestly, we did not want the job!
(Some photographer I am anyway--I was concentrating on applying the things I have been learning and forgot to change my setting for indoor lighting and also forgot to change my flash to avoid the dreaded red-eye syndrome! Consequently, my favorite photo of the bride looks like a red-eyed demon of epic proportions. I think I can fix it though.)
I could do a lovely photo essay on redneck weddings, but I am resisting the temptation. These are my people, and I love 'em. But just for you, my faithful few readers, I am posting a poignant butt shot of the pride.
I realize I do have a thing about butt shots and I am powerless over it. The reason is, when you pull out a camera and people see it, they go dingers on you. They either freeze up or start saying "cheese" incessantly, or they start trying to slip behind you so that they will not be caught by the camera (that is my strategy--always get behind the camera!). But, butt shots, ah, that is my niche!
And to think, just last week in the photography class, when the teacher was asking us if any of us had discovered a specific photograph niche, I had no clue what my niche might be!