This time of year always comes around and I lose my mind a little. I forget that the fall is a packed schedule, it’s peak wedding season, holiday card and family portrait go-time, and pre-New Year corporate projects. Every single year. I forget. I think that it looks like a loose schedule in August and September, and that, well, maybe this year it’ll be a little slow. I get a little panicked. Maybe everyone went with someone else this year? And then October rolls around and the calendar gets booked so tight that a rain date feels like total disaster because the calendar is a game of very advanced Jenga.
And without fail, every year something at this point comes to a head to add a little fire to the fury. This year, my camera bag with $10,000 worth of equipment in it got stolen from an outdoor shoot. On Halloween. I was distracted, working, and lost track of it. And off it went. Mind you, this never happens in February, when all of my tasks involve some variation of cleaning out some closet, virtual or real. So before my three shoots on Friday the day after the theft, and my wedding on Saturday, and three shoots on Sunday, somewhere within that tight window, I had to cobble together a new kit. I rented and purchased and filed a police report and called the insurance company and…thank god….had my workhorse lens and favorite camera body and memory cards of the current shoot in hand at the time that the bag went walking.
And so it goes. It’s glorious and fast paced and really, really unpredictable. But this business is mine and something that I love beyond anything. I feel so proud to create these moments for, and with, my clients. I feel honored to be a part of their lives and to be the one who gets to capture cherished memories as their kids grow up, their marriages get formed, and their businesses grow.
It’s a little early for Thanksgiving, but I’m giving thanks tonight for a full schedule, insurance, a supportive family, and these hilarious pictures, shot this past week. These are not my portfolio pieces, probably not even the pics that get printed, but they are the quirky ones that I always cherish. Jeez, this gig is rough 🙂