regularjoe
The day the willows didn't weep
A couple weeks ago, while I was in Piedmont Park, here in Atlanta, for the "My Atlanta" exhibit, I ran into a friend of mine that I play beer league hockey with. I was just standing around minding my own business, when this guy I hadn't seen in about six months, comes walking around the corner wearing a tuxedo and yells, "Hey Joe!"
After I realized that I wasn't hallucinating and I didn't need to check myself back into the psych hospital, I greeted my friend and figured out that it was his wedding day. He was having a small ceremony at this gazebo that sits on a small lake in Altanta's largest city park. We exchanged pleasantries and went about our business.
A while later, I saw the bride come by. I remembered the wedding was going to begin soon. I also remembered an e-mail that I got from my friend back in the summer asking if I had done any wedding photography and if I would like to shoot his wedding. Being the self-confident guy I am, I ignored the message thinking there was no way I could pull that off. Since I happened to be feeling good this day, I decided to put on the long lens and quietly get some snaps just to see how I did. I figured if I got anything, I would just give them to the happy couple as a nice gesture.
Well, much to my surprise, I got a few good shots. I emailed a few and let them know I had more. Yesterday, I got the nicest e-mail from the bride asking to see the others because she loved one of the shots I took. She offered to pay me, but I said no. I didn't shoot this day to get paid. I did it to be nice. Suffice to say, I dropped of the rest of my images at a hockey game last night and saw some other old friends. I was a little nervous, because last time I saw them, I was quite literally going insane and emabarassed myself a good bit with my rage and temper tantrums. Everything went great. We had a few beers and chatted about the next season and if I am going to play. It was like nothing ever happened. They still took me for who I am and none of the other stuff mattered. That felt pretty good. It also felt good to turn over a pack of images that are loved and appreciated.
Another of my friends on the team saw this image and insisted I put it on flickr. So here ya go Phil...The day the willows didn't weep...
The day the willows didn't weep
A couple weeks ago, while I was in Piedmont Park, here in Atlanta, for the "My Atlanta" exhibit, I ran into a friend of mine that I play beer league hockey with. I was just standing around minding my own business, when this guy I hadn't seen in about six months, comes walking around the corner wearing a tuxedo and yells, "Hey Joe!"
After I realized that I wasn't hallucinating and I didn't need to check myself back into the psych hospital, I greeted my friend and figured out that it was his wedding day. He was having a small ceremony at this gazebo that sits on a small lake in Altanta's largest city park. We exchanged pleasantries and went about our business.
A while later, I saw the bride come by. I remembered the wedding was going to begin soon. I also remembered an e-mail that I got from my friend back in the summer asking if I had done any wedding photography and if I would like to shoot his wedding. Being the self-confident guy I am, I ignored the message thinking there was no way I could pull that off. Since I happened to be feeling good this day, I decided to put on the long lens and quietly get some snaps just to see how I did. I figured if I got anything, I would just give them to the happy couple as a nice gesture.
Well, much to my surprise, I got a few good shots. I emailed a few and let them know I had more. Yesterday, I got the nicest e-mail from the bride asking to see the others because she loved one of the shots I took. She offered to pay me, but I said no. I didn't shoot this day to get paid. I did it to be nice. Suffice to say, I dropped of the rest of my images at a hockey game last night and saw some other old friends. I was a little nervous, because last time I saw them, I was quite literally going insane and emabarassed myself a good bit with my rage and temper tantrums. Everything went great. We had a few beers and chatted about the next season and if I am going to play. It was like nothing ever happened. They still took me for who I am and none of the other stuff mattered. That felt pretty good. It also felt good to turn over a pack of images that are loved and appreciated.
Another of my friends on the team saw this image and insisted I put it on flickr. So here ya go Phil...The day the willows didn't weep...