So i love looking at wedding pictures. For me its a beautiful thing to see all the effort put into creating new beginnings.
Particularly love wedding photographers because you must be a beautiful person to be able to capture most of the emotions that go into the whole event.
The way it is solemn and beautiful at the same time, the exchange of vows, the preparation to lose yourself and identity to someone else.
The selflessness of being willing to share your life with someone that you have no guarantee will turn out alright but you just believe that as long as there's you it is fine.
The loss of a parent that gives away a child, you can never tell if your child just brought home a paedophile or an insane person and is passing some weird heritage into your lineage, i mean their children will be your grandchildren. But you have to trust that on the dark and gloomy days they will have each other and they will be enough.
The couple that says the vows, it takes courage to believe someone else, hope they will turn out better and be there, two years down the line, they will still love you will the same intensity that makes you tingle with excitement when they walk into a room, years down the line when you are toothless, lame or gray.
The hours, weeks, months of planning and saving that went into the whole celebration. The interpretation of their sense of style that is reflected in their choice of colors, themes, menus, etc. or sometimes its a reflection of the person that has the upper hand.
And then sometimes, all the photographer or cinematographer is meant to do is capture moments that would be eternal memories that would help on sick days and gloomy days, drab trips and annoying squabbles. Every one in a while we need to remember, why we made those choices.
I wonder what it must have been like for those that wrote the bible, how did they understand the expression of God's love when he said 'For God so loved the world that he gave His only son'.
Can you imagine the frustration of a mother that has only one boy who grows into a man and brings home a bride? Its hard enough to share your only boy with another woman. But when that woman turns out to be a street urchin, unfit for the fine prince that you raised, how do you love? To love him is to love her and to love her is to let go of your social graces, bring down your standards and pray very hard that your genes are dominant if not the only offsprings to continue your family name and dynasty is being raised by a misfit.
I wonder what emotions where in the moment that those words were said, the intensity in the moment that framed those words. How do you love without knowing the end? God didn't know you will love him back, he just did what he does, ........love.
Love is not an end in itself, its the promise of an end. An uncertain end that has only one constant which is the person who promised to love.
Its that promise that makes life shitty moments bearable, happy days more joyful, silly days fun because in those moments, good or bad, high or low, rich or poor, giddy or bland, i have a love that's the anchor to my soul. Cuddle or frown, scream or gloat, silent treatment or silly giggles, all we have is each other and for that i am most grateful.
These are the moments that are a result of a choice to love, those are the feelings and moments that wedding photographers and cinematographers archive. So on not so happy days, you have proof that there is something worth fighting for, your decision to love.
Shout out to all the people that have started on this journey and the wedding photographers that make me seem like a sucker for happy endings, i started with these guys paperback weddings. potterclayphotography, scgeorge, photography by obi creative network jide odukoya
Photo credits : Caution Pictures, Potterclay Photography.
Comments
Post a Comment