Tatiana and I made this photo of Omar and Mayra at Crest Hollow Country Club in three minutes, but it took us four days to get there. Story below if interested … the photo geeks can just know that this was a 45mm f/2.8.
Clients often ask me what happens if I get sick? It’s a good question … there are no sick days here, and the people that hire us want our unique vision expressed to the best of our abilities. So, when we get sick, we make sure we have a back-up plan, but we also treat getting better quickly like it’s our actual and only job.
I try to be paranoid so my couples don’t have to be, and this week, all of our paranoid planning for incapacitating illness came into play. Both Tatiana and I were struck with the worst flu we’ve had in decades on Sunday, and upon the first sign of sickness the only thing I could think of was a countdown clock to Thursday’s wedding. We had to be better for it, and we did everything possible.
Most of you, statistically, know me as something other than your own wedding photographer — as a business and brand, we are any things. We teach, we share stories, we lecture, we work on independent projects … but our core work is simply showing up at weddings and doing the best we can, and that always wins out. We had so many plans for this workweek — I was finishing a project I’ve been working on for a year and a half. Delayed. We were in initial planning for our next workshop. Pushed back. I’m making the biggest changes to my business since 2007. Next week. And, one of these days, we’re planning our own wedding. Not now. It’s October, so the government wants reams of paperwork from my business — sorry for the tight deadline next week, accountants. Sadly, even our production deadlines had to be walked back a week, given that I didn’t have enough energy to do things like read a book or type on a keyboard. But every moment we knew we had to be our best selves for Thursday morning.
So we rested like it was our job. That meant getting a hotel room instead of making the normally easy trip back from Long Island. That meant leaving our comfy couch visiting first a clinic and then a hospital not due to emergency but just because I wasn’t getting my strength back fast enough. It meant some very healthy, but very disgusting water-and-greens-based nourishment drinks.
And it worked. We went from barely able to lift our head to being able to gracefully put in 11 hours of physical labor and come out smiling. Part of that is due to how awesome Omar and Mayra are, but it’s also that there is no seemly paranoid scenario that our couples can envision that have not already pored over long ago. We also had backup plans in case our work couldn’t get us well in time, but we are thrilled that our 800+ combined weddings have continued their flawless “bright and shiny attendance” streak.
Now, of course, we face a one-day workweek, and one peppered with meetings. In the fall, that means a staggering amount of deadlines and a to-do list so complicated that managing it is a to-do item in and of itself, but I’m glad we’re facing it together.