My photography story doesn’t start with getting my first camera at the age of 3. Quite honestly, I have never even taken a formal photography class. Where this photography hustle all started, was with something as simple as a date.
My phone buzzed on the white decked covered in taped on selfies of Greg and I. A text message from Greg popped up that read: “Just woke up. Be there in 15. Have an awesome idea for today”. A few minutes later his slightly rusted, lifted and all around awesome old Jeep Cherokee was in my driveway and Greg was excitedly telling me about what he wanted to do that day.
He had just finished a photography class for the semester and wanted to take me out and impress me with what he learned. I quickly rustled through my parents closet and pulled out my dad’s Canon Rebel. Assuming they would never miss it, we grabbed the camera and took off. Up until this point, the only pictures I had ever taken with a camera were myspace selfies (did I just date myself) and the occasional touristy snaps with a disposable camera. I was completely out of my element!
We started our day walking around the arboretum. I remember basically snapping pictures of everything that looks artsy or pretty. So I basically walked away with lots of pictures of mixed light and flowers that day. An hour into our walk, I grew frustrated and told Greg that the pictures were not turning out how I wanted them to. He took it upon himself to explain lighting, composition and a bunch of technical things that went way over my head. But, while he was talking, I took it upon myself to switch my camera to manual, and see what would happen by adjusting this or that.
Once I had—in my mind—mastered lighting an image, I took this one particular shot that I was extremely proud of. I saw these tiny white flowers that were surrounded by rust-colored dead flowers. The light above was patchy as if it was illuminating the flowers that were still alive. I focused on my settings and took shot after shot until I got the exact image I saw in my head. I remember rushing to show Greg, telling him to look at how artsy I am! Even cleverly named the image “Death Among the Living”, told ya it was clever. ;). To this day I still remember how proud of that shot I was, it makes me smile now. In retrospect that was the moment my passion for photography sparked.
My amazing naming skills aside, there were a few images from that day that were actually pretty good somewhat decent. And while I am not sure if he was just being nice, but Greg said for never picking up a camera, I had natural talent.From that day forward our parent’s cameras started joining us on almost every date we took until we eventually saved up enough for our own.
Over time our love of photography evolved into what we have today. Our appreciation of photography also evolved as well, we grew to appreciate the art and craft. Photography started as a fun way for us to connect and bond and grew into a way we connect with others. How we stared, plays a big role in our outlook of weddings. While we love creating pretty images, we love even more that our images are able to connect to people and to let them relive a day.
For fun, here are a few images from that day. Unfortunately, I can’t find the ‘Death Among the Living” image… but don’t worry Greg is hunting it down!I would like everyone to take note, of my sandal that is in the bottom of the image….
Theresa Bridget is a wedding and anniversary photographer serving Colorado, Southern California, and beyond. Our goal is to create joyful and timeless images that showcase and celebrate the joy of marriage. We provide a luxury experience for the joyful bride.