The Circle is Complete

I got married in 2005.  I know.  Shockingly surprising...but I did.  At a restaurant, no less.  I actually had not one, but two receptions.  Even after 6 years, I still haven't figured that one out.  The 3.8 people that read this who know me will think this is mildly entertaining, but understand why.  I'm getting to why this is important...just bear with me.  At the time, we wanted to splurge for our wedding photography, because we thought that if you're going to have one thing that you can physically document and keep, it should be be timeless, right?  So spend the money where it counts.  To us, that was photography.  We didn't need a $4000 wedding cake, and my wife spent WAY less than that on her dress.  And trust me, you're not going to eat that leftover cake slice on your one year anniversary anyway.  You'll take one look at it and think, I'd rather punch myself in the face.  With a shovel.  Twice.  Please note that these photos are NOT mine.    

After careful weeding out of the photographers we didn't want, we hired the best one for the job.  Soon after the wedding, we got our prints back.  This was a moment of shock and awe for me.  I was taken aback by the quality and the moments that our photographer captured in a photojournalistic style.  

Ever since then, I made it my mission to someday be THAT good.  To be the one that captures those moments.  To be the one that provided people with that same shock and awe that I felt when I first opened our print book.  I'm on that road still.  I may be traveling by horse and buggy, but I'm moving forward nonetheless.

A week or two ago, I was asked by my good friend Kiely to be her assistant photographer at a wedding this weekend in Indianapolis.  After careful consideration, I accepted it.  We're going.  She's taking me under her wing so I can learn.  At a wedding.  Where it all began.