My Heart Aches

I feel so robbed. It's not like I can redo that day. None of the joy, love, friendship, and beauty of that day was captured. A photographer's job is to make something ordinary look extraordinary. I feel like the day was extraordinary-- friends have been saying that, and might I add, it's been completely unsolicited. But the sad part is that he made that extraordinary day so...ordinary.

I feel cheated. Brian and I asked him to bring his portfolio or even some samples of his work to our first meeting. He was so unprofessional and lazy he didn't. And when Brian and I were showing him sample pictures of what we wanted, he spewed out technical terms and acted like he knew exactly what we were looking for, "Yeah yeah, got it. More environment..." I thought he was THAT good that all he needed to see were a few samples and he knew how to do it. A professional who is truly passionate (another lie) about his work would have studied each photo and asked us what we liked about it. He would have asked us to email him those photos. And most of all, he would have brought samples of his work. And on the rehearsal day, I asked him to come to the site thinking he would bring his equipment and take test shots to get the right light meter reading but instead he came in flip flops, shorts and a tshirt with his hands in his pockets with no camera to be seen. He didn't even scope out the location. I had to ask him where he thought would be a good place to take family photos. I told him all the places I wanted to take pictures by and on the day of we didn't do any of those locations. Again, I didn't say anything because I thought he was THAT good that he didn't need to do any light tests or take any test shots.

Brian and I got fooled by my sister and Arthur's wedding pictures. The thing is, Scott just got lucky with those shots because the church was so beautiful. It was pure luck. That's it. All I keep saying is he was supposed to bring us samples on our first meeting. And I should have pushed it more and asked him to even email us some. But I fully trusted him. And he cheated us, not just of money, but of the memories of that day.