My oldest kid got married on September 6. He had a wedding photographer to take the official photos, the digital ones. You know the kind. It was the perfect occasion for me to give use to my beloved Nikon F4, with the nifty 50mm 1.8D. No pressure. Just for the absolute pleasure of it. So, I grabbed a pair of rolls of Portra 800 and a roll of Ilford Delta 3200 and to the party I went.
Let me say it wasn’t easy. First I had to deal with my tears. Yes, I cry easily. Very easily. And seeing my sweet baby tying the knot with the most beautiful princess… well, an ocean of tears flooded the F4 viewfinder. Not good. Not good at all. The Nikon was literally drowning, the poor thing.
Then… the booze. Lots of booze. Lots and lots of booze, from dry Martinis and several glasses of gin, to a crazy amount of red and white wine, to the impossible to resist Jameson. Damn. It was like having to deal with two viewfinders and four set of eyes at 4am.
But in the end, I guess it turned out alright. Much better than I expected.
It really was the most amazing day and night drawn on film. For me. For my wife. For my expanding family.