Auntie Eying said there was supposed to be a wedding and the children would be offering flowers to the Virgin Mary, so I decided to join them at church on Mother's Day to take pictures.
After the children offered flowers and most of the parishioners have left the church after the first Mass of the day, I noticed three little girls in green gowns. I realized they were the flower girls for the wedding. They looked at me when I started taking pictures of them. But when I saw the four bridesmaids in the back, they were more suspicious of me, asking what the pictures were for. I gave my card with my Smugmug URL to one of them. They reluctantly allowed me to take a picture.
I later spoke with one of the guests who told me that there was no official photographer. She asked me how much my services cost. I told her it was free. Their only cost was to have the pictures taken. I would send Auntie Eying a CD or DVD with the pictures and they could take it to a digital photo processing center.
Anyway, just before the bride arrived, a man came running carrying a professional video recorder on his shoulders. Later I saw another guy taking still photos. As the ceremony went on, the three of us started working together.
I was chatting briefly with the photographer as the videographer was arranging the family members and the wedding members for formal photos. The photographer also has a digital camera but chose to use his film camera because development of film is cheaper than printing out digital photos. He was amazed that I could take so many pictures and not run out of memory. I told him that I had a 4-gigabyte memory. I meant I had a 4G compact flash card, but I think he assumed that the 4 gigs was internal memory. He joked that his was unlimited, since he could just change the film.
Anyway, I didn't take enough good pictures. I even forgot to take a picture of the rings. I was too rushed and too sweaty and too self-conscious that people were watching *me*, being the strange face in a small town where everybody knows everybody and being an older woman with a semi-pro camera, not your stereotypical photographer.
It turned out that the videographer hired the photographer, and they were supposed to be the official photographers. I waved goodbye to the photographer as he hopped on a jeep to go the reception. I gave the videographer my card and said goodbye as he left with the bride and groom. Auntie Eying said that they were probably hired by one of the relatives.
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