I'm just back from my first official gig as a wedding photographer. I take pics, yes, but I hate being on the clock when it comes to most things and photography is no exception. I'm a ditherer. Most of the decent pics I take are happy accidents, so to say I was nearly shitting bricks this morning is putting it mildly. I've just had a look at the ceremony vid and I'm completely happy with it, and so far the pics are giving me loads to work with despite the fact there was very little time to spare, as the new bride had to beat feet up to the Mater hospital for dialysis. Not an ideal way to spend several hours after one has tied the knot, but she looked beautiful in her traditional Vietnamese dress and her gorgeous look-of-love expression just about melted my heart. Dialysis or not, that lady was bursting with happiness. Hopefully the pics I've taken will serve as a nice reminder of the ceremony itself and we plan to have a full-blown banquet when she's feeling a little better. Her husband had no idea that I write, but on finding out he asked would I be interested in documenting her life story... apparently it is a doozy. I write fiction so I'm a little in two minds, but she seems like a lovely lady and I'd like to get to know her better, so I've suggested we get together and I'll bring a recorder and get a few brief details. I probably shouldn't be even thinking about it at this juncture. I have so much going on with my WIP, a planned sequel and another contemporary novel to follow, but there's something telling me this might be worth doing, for the experience of hearing her story first-hand. Today is usually one of dire dread for me... the bonfires, the louts, the political posturing. The mob can do what they please; nothing is gonna tarnish the sheen off how I'm feeling right now.
Not even close to old, mate. But I feel you though. before you know it, 5 more years will pass and you'll be turning 30...
@minstrel You are welcome! The 'sit your ass down and write' and the 'the world is not obligated to care' are my favorites. @thirdwind 25? I have to agree with Mr. Smith, 100% ... not even close to old.
You're welcome. Nah, I'm just messing with you. Don't you know 25 is still young. You may not be a kid anymore, but age is all in your head. So Party like a rock star!
Thinking ahead ...in 40 years you'll be 65, like me! Just a Baby... have a nice birthday. Ermm ...maybe I shouldn't be telling you what to do...
I had a really deep convo (well, text-sesh) with my (main) crush last night and really got him to open up to me.
I've had so many bad experiences with tequila that just looking at that picture made me sick. Wow, you two are ancient. It's OK, though. Like Andrae said, age is all in your head.
Keeping up with birthdays is so hectic, I think I'll just make a post that says, "Happy Birthday," everyday. I have an idea for a bar that has scantly dressed women who dance a lot. I think it could be a cash cow.
If we're going by our knees, then I'm 65, too. I tore my ACL a few years ago, and I can still feel it to this day. I'm man enough to admit that I enjoy cosmos every once in a while.