This weekend I was reminded several times over what a klutz I can be. On Saturday, I had the joy of photographing the wedding of one of my old ballet friends (Kara!) as she married her sweetheart (Jeremy!). So, of course, I started the day off by slipping off the top step of the venue and falling all the way down the stairs. That’ll teach me to never again wear slick Jack Rogers on a flight of wooden steps. Fortunately, I didn’t have any gear on me at the time, so the only thing damaged was my ego. And a few blood vessels- I’ve got a couple sweet bruises!
And then to finish the night off, as we were departing the venue, I got tangled up in my light stand bag and tripped over that landing on my hands and knees in front of the bus full of wedding guests. More bruises from that, too.
But on the PLUS side, my second shooter Nichole said it was the most graceful fall she’d ever seen, and that I even pointed my toes on the way down. “You even fall like a ballerina!”
Thanks for the silver lining, Nichole!
As always, lessons learned/events that transpired over the last week:
A sweet little preview of what’s to come this week on the blog!