No one will ever mistake me for a wedding photographer.  Except my family that is.  

My aunt called me a few days before her 50th wedding anniversary to ask me to take pictures at their reception.  I, of course, could not say no to my aunt but not until I got there did I realize how much of it was going to be like photographing a wedding reception.  Reception line, cake cutting, toasts, first dance.  All filled with people.  I'm slow sometimes.

People are not my forte.  What is my forte?  Details.  If I could be a third photographer to a wedding photographer and not have to worry about any people, just take detail shots or architectural shots, I would consider a career in wedding photography.  Third because the second photographer usually still has to take people shots.  Unfortunately there aren't a lot of positions like that available, but I was able to have that experience once with people I trust.  

Here are a few detail shots.  I look at these and the other photos from the day and think how obvious it is that I am NOT a wedding photographer, but I know my family will like them.  At least I hope so. The cake topper is special because it is from their original wedding cake.  The last picture I call "Legacy" in my head.  My aunt and uncle, three sons, three daughters-in-law and four grandchildren.  Not bad work for the first 50 years.