Candace and Steve’s wedding in Newport News
This past Saturday I had the pleasure of shooting Candace and Steve’s fantastic wedding in Newport News, Va. It was the first traditional, African-American wedding I’ve ever photographed, but I don’t have any pictures of the broom-jumping ceremony. Or the laughter after the groom’s father’s speech. Or the moment the groom broke down during the vows. It’s OK, though, because I was the designated video shooter. My friend Sean Holder (whom I met on the Project Bangladesh trip) and his second shooter Brandon Cordon did the heavy lifting for still photography. I did manage to squeeze in a few frames, however, so here they are. Enjoy!
Bicycling around Washington DC
She waited for the light to turn, the setting sun casting a long shadow in front of her.
Nineteen seconds, eighteen seconds, seventeen seconds….
The crosswalk light counted down the time left before plodding pedestrians would start annoying drivers. She usually ran through low-trafficked intersections like this when she was on her bike. Something told her to wait out this light.
Thirteen seconds, twelve seconds, eleven seconds….
No oncoming cars. No people. Just a lone bicyclist heading north. Even from this distance it was easy to see he rode a bike with ridiculously large handlebars, the kind that should have pink streamers flowing out of them. He looked like he belonged at the beach: no helmet, open shirt, flip flops. She wondered what he cradled in his right arm. Dinner? Books?
Five seconds, four seconds….
She looked at him. He looked at her. They locked eyes and smiled.
One second….
(Above: That's me photographing while snowshoeing through a snowstorm. Picture by