As they strolled along the path pushing 8 month old Lucas in the stroller I couldn't help but wonder how we were going to capture their love on camera. They love each other; you can hear it in their voice and in their glances as they give each other "the look" when they think no-one is looking. But they do not practice public affection very often - not at all actually. It was like pulling teeth (including the molars). Put your arms around him, hold his hand, lean against him, gaze into her eyes, just act like you're in love was my last desperate request...
In between poses however, something magical happened. When they thought I wasn't paying attention they laughed, threw Lucas up in the air, looked at each other and made some pretty funny comments under their breath (I couldn't hear them but judging on the loud chuckle she let out I can only imagine). I was able to capture some of those moments and now as I flip through all of the photographs those are the images that make me smile. The ones that tell a story and give you a sense of who they really are.
More and more I am becoming a fan of the candid picture. The one that is not posed rather uncensored and filled with genuine emotions and interactions. Don't get me wrong I know posed pictures are necessary to hang on the wall next to every school pictures and formal picture taken of life's event - they're beautiful to look at and I love to take those as well. I am just finding myself drawn to the candid photographs that take me back to the exact moment when the picture was taken because they make you feel something and bring back memories down the road.
Can't leave out the poses...