i have eaten in hallways. in storage closets. i’ve eaten entire meals out of a mini paper dixie cup. i have eaten while running. and sometimes i just don’t eat at all.

i’ve had limos break down. seen dj’s fall asleep. guests pass out and busses get lost. i’ve shot in hurricanes, blizzards, and days so hot it made me wish it was socially acceptable to shoot naked.

i’ve been given 15 seconds to get from the limo to the front of the church.  i’ve had to bustle, fix hair, repair trains, get out stains. there have been days were i have been a photographer and a wedding planner all in one. there are days when i come back home, and collapse into bed thinking i may never be able to walk again. and i am so tired. and my feet are aching. and my mind is racing. and my right hand is in pain (my shooting hand). and all of these things run through my head as i stay up backing up memory cards and icing my feet. but you know what?

it’s part of the job. and i love it.