So it’s been a few months since the blog saw some love. Let one ses­sion slip on by with­out mak­ing an update and before you know it you have a moun­tain out of a mole hill.

For those of you famil­iar with Tum­blr, I’m very much con­sid­er­ing switch­ing the major­ity of my post­ing on over to it. I’d post what­ever ran­dom images I’m work­ing on or if some­thing strikes my fancy as I go, and when I’ve amounted enough that it needs to have a con­densed place to be viewed, I’ll make a blog post.

Make sense? Well, it at least makes sense to me. When I have it up and run­ning, I’ll have it as a link from my home­page, the blog, Face­book… pretty much everywhere.

The major­ity of what I need to ram­ble on about is directed more at my brides, so enough jib­ber jab­ber for now (wed­dings will be part 2). This smat­ter­ing of images is of a few ses­sions that need to see some daylight.

A ton of images after the jump. (That means click the link below to see the rest of the images; I won’t say who, but I got an e-mail about my last post miss­ing every­thing but the begin­ning. You know who you are.  ;-) )

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First and fore­most, I have to admit one thing — I’m a hor­ri­ble blog­ger; I’m even worse at keep­ing my port­fo­lio up-to-date. You know what time it is when I think about get­ting around to doing either of those things? Answer: 10 sec­onds before I fall asleep.

If it’s thought about in the right per­spec­tive, that could mean good things  — I’ve been stay­ing busy enough that other things have had to come first. So this is the first post in a long while, and in the back­ground, I’m sort­ing out what will be in my new port­fo­lio that I des­per­ately need to update while try­ing to get the post pro­duc­tion of a wed­ding off of my plate. God bless the peo­ple that will still hire me with what’s up there right now. I’m bet­ting most of them checked my Face­book page before giv­ing me a call — it’s the one thing that proves I’m still in busi­ness, get­ting work, and most impor­tantly, get­ting bet­ter than what I was at when I first put up my online portfolio.

But enough of that. I recently posted the above pic­ture on my SJP Face­book page and got a request from Michelle Ham­stra to hear about my edit­ing on this one. To be hon­est, I’d nor­mally just respond with some witty com­ment that totally avoided the idea of doing extra work; how­ever, I know Michelle through cre­ative­LIVE, and that place has done won­ders for fur­ther­ing my per­sonal goal to always be bet­ter than before, so… I kinda owe it to a fel­low CL homie to do this.

Now before I say a sin­gle word, read this: PHOTOSHOP IS NOT A CRUTCH, IT’S ICING ON A DELICIOUS CAKE. For the first two years of shoot­ing, I didn’t ever touch Pho­to­shop. It’s not that I didn’t know how to use it — on the con­trary, I have a minor in graphic design that put me in front of PS every day — but rather I took the advice of one Zack Arias on the topic. I wish I could remem­ber from what or where I heard/read him say/type that, but basi­cally he preaches that you should be get­ting it right in-camera. If you look at an image you’ve taken and think to your­self with a bit of Pho­to­shop­ping, I can save this one, you should slap your­self silly, go back, and do it again until you get it right. Or you should say you’re a “fine art” pho­tog­ra­pher (no offense to the real fine art pho­tog­ra­phers out there).

Because I took this approach, I shoot images with the intent of get­ting every­thing right in-camera. If there’s some­thing that I can’t pull off in-camera, but know for a fact that I can repli­cate using PS, I’ll shoot that image know­ing what I’ll do to it in PS before I even hit the shutter.

So now that I’ve had my rant for the day, it’s down to the meat of it all… After the jump.

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This past week­end involved trav­el­ing to one of the best places for a guy with a sweet tooth — Savan­nah, GA. Now, any­one that knows me can tell you I’m not a fan of choco­late; how­ever, there’s some­thing about fudge from River Street… I can’t help myself. And a place where you can buy that God­send fudge, a bag of fla­vored Toot­sie Rolls (orange, lime, and lemon) AND ridicu­lously deli­cious ice cream all in the same spot?

… I indulged a lit­tle bit, but not too much — I had a pur­pose for being in this sugar-blessed city.

Hai­ley and Russ, after being together for almost a decade, finally tied the knot Sun­day at Forsyth Park in His­toric Down­town Savan­nah. Although the sun tried heat­ing up the place, Hai­ley and Russ planned for the whole wed­ding to be in the shade — a photographer’s dream and a nice repose from the heat. They were a dream to work with, and it made me a bit sad know­ing that the end of the day meant the end of work­ing with a cou­ple who made my job fun to do.

I put together a lit­tle sto­ry­board of the day. Let me know if you like see­ing the wed­ding day laid out like this!

Hailey and Russ - Story of the Day

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I almost did the blog bomb in one day. So close…

I felt the need to catch up because of the sheer num­ber of shoots that occurred so quickly. This post brings me back up to speed just in time for the com­ing week, when I’ll have three new ses­sions. So be happy, there’s more to come. :)

This ses­sion was this past Sun­day. It started off just as nor­mally as any other: Mel and I met Brooke down­town, had a lit­tle chat, did a quick walk-through of how the day was going to go, and jumped right in.

But it’s my hopes the images will show this wasn’t just any other session.

Every pho­tog­ra­pher and sub­ject needs to warm up a bit before the good pho­tos begin to flow. Per­son­ally, I find I start hit­ting my stride about 30–45 min­utes into a ses­sion, and hon­estly it’s about the same for sub­jects. I’ve been ner­vous before a shoot, while warm­ing up, and even some­times after a shoot, but once I’m in my stride the ner­vous­ness has always melted away. Until this shoot. And I was both­ered a bit by that until talk­ing it out a bit with Mel. And by “talk­ing it out” I mean I said a whole big string of words with­out breath­ing until I blurted some­thing out that I didn’t real­ize I real­ized while Mel stared at me with a look only acquired from hear­ing my ram­blings day in, day out for an extended period of time.

It’s not that I wasn’t get­ting the images I wanted. It wasn’t that I was try­ing to think through shots to come, or places to go, or even silly things like cam­era set­tings or other tech­ni­cal garbage. It was that I was shoot­ing — with­out a doubt — the most con­fi­dent per­son that’s ever been in front of my cam­era. And that’s say­ing a hel­luva lot, con­sid­er­ing that Laine and Kara had been in front of it less than a week before.

Brooke absolutely owned every pic­ture I took with­out even try­ing, and it kept me on my toes. I never once just set­tled for the images I got as “good enough.” And plenty of images did I get; I didn’t have to use all my lit­tle tricks and sto­ries — well, I still used them, but I didn’t have to — which meant we moved from idea to idea in a snap.

But I should’ve expected it, espe­cially since I’d heard of tales span­ning from wear­ing a gorilla cos­tume to Wal-Mart to try­ing to wear a Christ­mas tree out­fit to school (and being asked to take it off by the prin­ci­pal) before I’d even met her. (Mel and her mother work together.)

If this is a taste of how shoot­ing senior por­traits can be, I guar­an­tee you’ll be see­ing a ton more in time to come.

Now before I go ram­bling on any longer — and trust me, I can — here’s just a sam­ple of Brooke’s awe­some ses­sion and the finale to my bomb­ing of the blog.

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Ever heard of Willa­coochee, GA? I sure hadn’t before I start­ing talk­ing with Kara. Now I know what some of you are say­ing — it’s above Lake­land, how can you not know, do rab­bits eat let­tuce. But to you who are more famil­iar with the small South­ern towns I say this: when I hear some­thing that sounds like a sneeze, I don’t get a map, I say bless you. ;)

Kara came into this shoot with a fan­tas­tic wardrobe, great loca­tions in mind, and a smile she swore was hard for her to pro­duce. Unbe­knownst to her, I have bad jokes and even worse drawn-out sto­ries that you can either laugh at or cry about until the noises com­ing from my mouth stop. Either way makes for some good photos.

Again I will have to say I’m eter­nally grate­ful to Laine for putting my nerves at ease. Nerves in con­trol and awe­some­ness all around, the shoot with Kara went with­out a hitch.

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