Wedding Bells ... Not Mine.

Two days before Christmas, I received a frantic call while I was in the shower. (No, I don't bring my cell phone into the shower with me. ) My aunt's goddaughter was getting married and they needed a photographer, and since she knew I had a nicer camera than her little point-and-shoot, she asked if I was interested. Sure, no big deal, right? Just a wedding. Shoot the people, the setting, the particulars, blah blah blah. Got it.

The wedding was a 24-hour turnaround thing, so it was at my aunt's house. As I pulled up, I started feeling a bit nervous. I'd never shot a wedding and I really didn't want to be responsible for making it difficult for the bride and groom to look warmly back at their special day since the photos were crap. It was a small, intimate ceremony. Would have liked to have some better lighting, but it all turned out pretty decent. For full disclosure, the bride was marrying a fairly well-known musician (depending on who you talk to), Matt Costa. Real nice guy. Beautiful couple. And no, he didn't perform. Here's a few shots from the occasion: