My parents got married in the late ’80s in a small church in southern New Jersey. It was the heyday of puffy sleeves and outrageously colored bridesmaids’ dresses, and their photographer captured all of that wonderfulness in a series of posed, very serious photos up at the church altar.
Despite what sounds like a lovely church ceremony and reception at a VFW hall, if you get my mom started on the topic of her wedding, she only wants to talk about one thing and one thing only: the quality of their photographer.
Apparently, the guy my Opa hired was?subpar. After snapping the usual photos of the wedding party and families at the church, he spent the rest of the night with his camera propped up against the reception bar while he tossed back beers. Over 25 years later, my mom is still so displeased* by her lazy photographer that she reminds me (usually four or five times a year, starting from the age when I was first able to understand words) that when I get married, the most important thing is to hire a good photographer.
She even mentioned it to Mr. Feather the first time she met him, so it?s become a bit of a running joke between us. Find a good photographer, or forever suffer hearing ?I told you so!? from Mom Feather.
I don?t know if it was Mom Feather?s wedding photography rants while I was growing up or just my personal view that a good photo is one of the most stunning and complex forms of art, but photography is a big priority for the Feather wedding.
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