Well I've done what might be my last wedding. Frankly, I don't think I'm going to miss them as much as I first thought.
You see, while I enjoy doing them, it's bloody hard work.
Carrying a heavy camera,lens, and flash for hours is no joke when your an old bastard. Then there's the fuck about factor.
Time's and places to be. Dealing with stressed and sometimes drunk people. The ever changing weather. It's a royal pain in the arse.
This week the wind was a PITA. And getting home a nightmare.
With a motorway closed, coupled with a motorway fixated sat navigation, and miles of dark country lanes. it was bloody hard work.
I was lucky I wasn't the driver. It was still a nuisance.
Now all I have to do is edit the best part of a thousand images.
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