I was in Botswana for work and received a call from an old friend saying they might need me as a photographer at a wedding that weekend (3 days away). They hadn’t had confirmation from the photographer doing the ceremony that she’d be able to shoot the rest and didn’t need anything more than the wedding party’s portraits plus some of the reception so I was happy to do it.  I was told where to be after the ceremony and arrived a little early to scout the location. An hour passed after my scheduled meeting time and still no car. I confirmed with reception if I was in the right place, and I was. Wait a little longer. Eventually get a call back saying the car had broken down. Okay.

It eventually got there, as did the photographer who had been following them all day. Perfect. It’s bad enough fighting with family members and friends trying to take photos, but now each of us would be fighting with each other. I immediately explained the situation to her and she was very accommodating. I explained how I’d be standing back and taking the odd shot while she did her job. I didn’t want to get in the way. It was weird, because I wasn’t a second shooter, nor was I the actual photography. Awkies.

Not only was I caught of guard about the actual wedding itself but now this.  It was odd to say the least.  In any case, I got some shots of the bride that I’m pretty happy with. She looked amazing.