Before Father Bohan got to tell the congregation about the chuckle I had given him a little earlier, there was the small matter of a wedding ceremony to take care of. That, as it always does, involved the exchange of vows and the exchange of rings. I often position myself in the aisle for this part of the ceremony – for a number of reasons. Firstly, it allows me to hang back a little further, which is good because it ensures I don’t inadvertently become the focus of anyone’s attention. Secondly, it usually gives a good view of the couple – usually, because this is true if they are facing each other, which they often are. Thirdly, in some churches it’s the only viable place to get a reasonable angle. Not every church has wings to either side of the altar from which to photograph. St. Attracta’s Church in Sixmilebridge isn’t any other church though. In fact it is wider than it is long. The main aisle effectively runs across the front of the altar, and Sinead’s entrance was from the side, not the back. That extra width, coupled with a very bright spot light shining on the priest, but not on the bride and groom, when viewed from the normal aisle position, encouraged me to move to the side of the altar, from where I captured this image as Diarmaid completed the formalities.
I mentioned at the end of yesterday’s post that I experienced every photographer’s worst nightmare the night before Sinead and Diarmaid’s wedding last weekend – I started to feel very unwell, with just hours to go to the wedding. Thankfully I recovered within a few hours (after putting a contingency plan in place) and when Sinead sent me a text to see that I was all set for the following day I was confident that I would make it to Clare. Unfortunately for Sinead, she was about to experience every bride’s worst nightmare – one of her bridesmaids was hospitalized just hours before the wedding. Not just a bridesmaid though – also her sister. So instead of her four sisters standing alongside as she married Diarmaid on Saturday afternoon, Sinead was only joined by three – Jo, Bernadette and Flora – as everyone kept Marie in their thoughts, and kept her updated throughout the day with texts and photographs. It also brought home to me the need to capture an accurate and complete representation of Sinead and Diarmaid’s day in photographs, if for no other reason than for Marie, when she looks back on the photos, to be able to experience a little bit of the day that she missed. If that’s not motivation to go out and take some good images, I don’t know what is.
There’s some saying about “rain before 7, gone by 11″ or something like that. Maybe it didn’t start raining until after 7am on Irene and Sean’s wedding day, but sadly it kept going beyond 11am, and as they walked down the aisle I finally conceded that the remainder of the days photography would have to be done indoors. Thankfully, that wasn’t too drastic an option given that indoors was to be the Bridge House Hotel in Tullamore, which I had visited early that morning for the first time, and which I had left unconcerned about the need to capture photographs there. For such a central hotel in a busy town, it has oodles of charm, not to mention a fantastic staircase. Perfect for a bride to show off her dress, for instance! Before we got to that photo, there were a few others to capture.
In the closing days of 2011 I attended and photographed Irene and Sean’s wedding and it’s probably fair to say it was the most high tech wedding I’ve ever been to. They got married in the Church of the Assumption in Tullamore, County Offaly, and the church has, mounted on the balcony, a web cam which broadcasts live to its website 24 hours a day. Not only was Irene able to log on to the website via a mobile phone on the morning of the wedding and spy on the grooms party, who were putting the finishing touches to the church, as you see above, but, thanks to a little bit of software on her Dad’s laptop, she was able to to have her entire wedding ceremony recorded from the online feed. Pretty nifty eh? It was just one of the quirkier moments of what was a lovely day, even if the weather wasn’t exactly cooperative.
The last trick up my sleeve for handling the very strong sunshine (and the very harsh shadows it caused), while photographing Siobhán and Colin’s wedding recently, was to wait until the sun had dipped below the horizon to start the bridal party formal shots. That was possible for two reasons – firstly, it being so late in the year, the sun would be setting long before the call for dinner, and secondly, it being so cold, the bridal party would welcome the chance to warm up for a while at the drinks reception inside the hotel before heading back outside for formal photographs. And I was really hoping they’d be willing to come outside again, because the pier in front of the Hodson Bay, together with the early evening light, was going to make for a lovely photo. The shot above is almost straight out of the camera, so close to what I saw on the screen having captured it. And, having seen it, I was glad that they had indeed braved the cold one more time. Long before that shot though, there were others to be taken.













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