I learned about it through FB. A bride posted a comment and it ended with “RIP Steve Jobs.” Say what? A mistake maybe? A bad joke because of the disappointment about the iPhone 4s? The Times confirmed the FB status, Steve Jobs had passed away. To say that I was shocked is an understatement. I really felt a weight in my heart. How could I feel something like this for a man I never met? How could that be? I simply don’t know.
It’s not the fact that he revolutionized the world, or that I love Apple products, and I own virtually all of them, expect an iphone (hence I’m with Verizon). But it’s the fact that he inspired me every single day. I’m a technology buff, and I get really excited when I hear about new technologies, and I often wonder about new possibilities, and where these will take us in the future, and that inspires me, really. I just sight at the fact that someone can see beyond what everyone wants and can imagine a world with things that don’t exist today, and Steve Jobs was one of those people.
This brings me to my wedding photography. Recently, after discussing about photography with a friend, I realized something that I had not realized before. My pictures are imperfect, and I like them that way. In fact, I take them that way. I don’t think that I can ever take a breathtaking landscape that will be hanged on walls. You may be wondering what does that have to do with Steve Jobs. Well, nothing and everything.
I mean, my pictures have the exposures where I want them to be, the framing is how I want it to be, yet they are imperfect because my couples are not posed in a perfect position. Their hands are not perfectly placed, their dresses are not perfectly laying on the ground, their faces are not perfectly looking at the camera and that is exactly what I like.
I don’t mind if my photos are not perfect because I’m not taking photos, I’m capturing memories, and that is what I see through my viewfinder. When I take a photo, I’m imagining this couple two, three or five years down the road. I picture them opening their album and through their photos, relieving that day, remembering something they had forgotten and smiling about it, and in the unfortunate cases where a family member is no longer with them, having that memory of that person on their special day. Yes, that’s why I take so many pictures of grandma.
Yes, the eyes may be a little wrinkled because they were laughing too much, but to me, that is beautiful. As a woman, there have been many times, where I have complained about my own photo, “Danny, I’m fat” or “Wow, that’s how many wrinkles I have now,” and I have failed to see the importance of the moment. A couple of years down the road, I see a different picture, and I wonder why I didn’t like it before. I see a happy place, and I’m thankful for the photo.
That is not to say, that I’m not at the edge of my seat after I show my couples their photos, and when I don’t hear a comment from them, OMG, I feel a void in my heart. I confide in Danny, maybe, they didn’t like them, and he consoles me making me see the big picture.
Yes, I’m no Steve Jobs, and I’m not revolutionizing the world, but in my own small way, I do try to see things down the road and how would that affect my clients’ lives.