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I get a lot of people asking me if they can come shoot a wedding with me so they can see how and why I do what I do.

 

And the short answer to that is no, because you may secretly be batsh@t crazy, and if your crazy happens to fall out during the wedding of one of my clients, well, that would just be bad.

 

See? Ok then.

 

WHAT: The UnWedding workshop.

 

Walking through a wedding day from start to finish with yours truly, covering everything from getting ready to reception, client education before the wedding, contract basics, how to ignore most of the BS that makes up the wedding industry and shoot what matters, and how to do that cool long exposure sparkler shot I’m so fond of.  We’ll be shooting with a live (not dead) bride and groom model couple covering posing techniques, first looks, bridal party formals, and covering how to not piss off the wedding vendors you like, and successfully deal with the ones you don’t. Lots of photos, lots of hanging out with other cool creatives, lots of question and answer time, and more WeddingWire jokes than you can shake a stick at. (Seriously. Bring a stick and try it. Won’t happen.)

 

Sincere thanks to the beautiful and wonderful people at CG Pro Prints, Priscilla Foster Handmade Albums, Black Rapid Straps, and White House Custom Color for being willing to be seen with me in public and sponsor this shindig. All companies I love, trust, and work with regularly.

 

 

WHEN: Sunday, February the 28th from 3:00-7:00PM

 

WHERE: The absolutely gorgeous Skelly Lodge in Catoosa, Oklahoma.

 

HOW MUCH: $300.00 per attendee.

 

WHAT YOU WILL NEED: A sense of humor. Proper grammar. Something to take notes with. A camera. Your favorite portrait lens. If you have a wide angle lens, bring that as well. A tripod. A shutter release cord for your camera OR working knowledge of your camera’s self timer. Vodka.

 

Ok, maybe not the vodka. #yolo

 

 

See that nifty Paypal button below? That’s where you sign up and become my photography slaves for a day. MUAHAHAhahahaaaa……

 

Ahem.

 

Seriously. I hope to see you guys there. Email brett@birdsongphotography.com with any questions.

 

B

 



 

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This wedding.

 

Where do I even start…

Erin and Andy have been friends of mine for ages. Whether hanging out with Andy on the boat and fishing, or working weddings with Erin who runs the Destin Bay House, they’re amazing people to be around and I love them both dearly.

I love the Destin Bay House. As with any brides of mine that ask, getting to work with Erin is absolutely fantastic. When you add in Vaughn VanAmburg as the DJ, and Heyward McKenzie with Culinary Catering 365, the clouds part, the angels sing, and unicorns prance across fields of sunlight and vintage furniture and……ok. Maybe not so much that part, but it’s an absolutely amazing group of people to work with. I made it all the way to hanging out with Erin and Andy on the dock when we were doing portraits by ourselves before the tears showed up. It’s a crazy and humbling thing to be able to shoot the wedding of one of your best friends.

 

Sincere thanks to Vaughn VanAmburg for rocking the party as always. You, sir, are hands down one of the very best DJ’s I’ve ever had the honor of working with in 10 years of this craziness. Thanks to Heyward McKenzie with Culinary Catering 365. Your extreme sexiness is outdone only by the quality of your incredible food. Thanks for keeping me fat. To Florals by the Sea for stunning bouquets and decor for this event. Absolutely gorgeous, my friends. To Sweet for Sirten for an equally beautiful and delicious cake, which I can neither confirm nor deny how much of it I actually consumed. To the fantastic and ever classy Reverend Kim Cannon who did the officiating of this shindig. Always a pleasure to work with you, sir.  To my dear friend Kacie Quesenberry for making the hike all the way from Montana to hang out and shoot this with me. You’re a badass photographer, my friend.

 

 

And lastly, to Erin and Andy. Thanks for letting me shoot your wedding. Thanks for being great friends. I’m still sorry I burned the chicken the last time I made you dinner.

 

It was probably the vodka.

 

PS. Dear Andy, I’m sorry I asked your best man what the capital of Thailand was right before I took your group photo. I didn’t know he’d actually do it. #yolo

 

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  • Tina Smith - CONRATS Erin!!! You made a beautiful bride and I want your Keds!!! Beautiful photography Mr Brett and I agree, Erin is a pleasure to work with!!!ReplyCancel

  • Mark Sutton - Brett, you are Awesome sir. You are classy and sassy…lol
    Great Work as usual man.ReplyCancel

  • Donna Key - Erin, beautiful wedding, beautiful bride. Congratulations. How did it feel to be the bride instead of the wedding planner? Love you girl, may you live happily ever after.ReplyCancel

  • June - Congrats Erin. .you look amazing. .I so wish I was there in person. Many blessings to you and your family. Brett breathe taking pictures as always.ReplyCancel

denver wedding photographerI have to warn you, all 2 of you that will read this blog, that there’s a lot of photos about to fly at your pretty little faces.

 

I suppose I should probably try to keep the word vomiting to a minimum since that’s the case, but that’s probably not going to happen either. #yolo

 

I love shooting fools in love. I especially love shooting fools in love that I’m stupidly good friends with. It kicks my normal level insanity up to a whole new level of awesome and reckless abandon. See, I grew up with Gage long ago in a wheat field far, far away. I could actually stop for a minute and try to think about how many years I’ve known him, but that requires effort I’m not prepared to put forth at this moment. Somewhere around 20. Ish.

When he and Charissa first met me in Tulsa to do their engagement session, it was mostly a lot of laughter. And beer. We had SO much fun, in fact, we met up again a few months later in Denver, CO and did it all over again. Laughter and whiskey this time, in the gorgeous Mile High (hahaha) City.

 

I love this wedding. Mostly because I sincerely adore these people, but also because they did what they wanted to do on their wedding day. They had an absolutely gorgeous first look, at which Gage got his surprise boudoir album from Charissa. My most favorite part of their day being during their ceremony, when they decided that the normal traditions of a sand ceremony, unity candle, and all of that shtuff was a bit outdone, and put their own twist on it; peanut butter and jelly colored sand, in which a candle was shoved and lit with peanut butter and jelly colored candles, followed by making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich which they fed to each other. That’s what they wanted to do, so they did it.

 

The sky didn’t fall, and they were happy. And for all of you out there in Hey We Just Got Engaged land, you’re going to be told fifty bazillion times how important it is that you do things just like everyone else has done them before you. Only that’s a load of crap, and you can celebrate your crazy awesome love story however you both want to, regardless of what adult throws a selfish tantrum. You can quote that if you’d like.

 

It’s your wedding day. Do what you want.

 

Charissa and Gage ended their wedding day by running for their lives with a lot of balls flying at them, and while I’m sure there’s some sort of relevant life analogy there, I’ll let you guys come up with that on your own. After we left the venue, and with sincere apologies to whatever farmer’s field we all climbed into, we found a place to do a sparkler exit. Because it’s easier to ask forgiveness than permission, that’s why.

 

To Charissa and Gage, I love and adore you both. Thanks for such an awesome year of getting to hang out with your sweet faces so much.

 

To my dear friend Kelley Prather of Kelley Kakes in Denver, I big puffy heart you. Getting to actually work with you for the first time in the 6 years of our friendship was everything I hoped for and more. You are the Magical Unicorn Princess of Cakes. I hope you win all the WeddingWire awards. (HAhahahahahahahah “awards”. *sigh*)

 

To the absolutely lovely folks at the stunningly gorgeous Deer Creek Valley Ranch, thank you all so, so much for your graciousness and hospitality to all of us heathen wedding vendor folk, and for treating my friends so very well.

 

And now, a freakishly large amount of photos  ~

 

 

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  • kelley - Perfection… as always… that’s.. THAT is how you do a sparkler shot, ladies and gents. I might be a little biased. I don’t care. Perfection.ReplyCancel

7Z3A9018I first met Martin “Moby” Anderson when I was an overweight, socially awkward, 9-year-old banjo player.

And honestly there’s enough ammo in that sentence alone to have kept me celibate for 3 lifetimes, but thanks to Mumford & Sons, banjo players became cool a few years back and the curse was lifted.

Moby, who was also an overweight and socially awkward kid back in his day, earned his nickname when someone saw him swimming and referenced the great white whale. The nickname stuck. It wasn’t until several years later that I even realized it wasn’t his actual name; he was just Moby. He was the epitome of jovial and kind, far beyond intelligent, an absolutely fascinating wealth of musical history, jazz chords, and incredible stories, and – for several years during my late teens – the bass player for the bluegrass band I was a part of. My first encounter with boxed wine was during a fundraising event we played together at a ridiculously fancy art museum. Only Moby was paying attention as I steadily refilled my plastic cup with the mysterious substance of the grape gods. Then, somewhere between the 4th cup and the 5th song, he leaned over to me on stage and said, “You’re wobbling and your tempo is shot to hell. You may want to switch to water before the next set.” Moby shot me his famous smile and kept the tempo steady while the drunken banjo player pranced all around it.

I fell asleep in the back of my parents’ station wagon on the way home. Music is hard work for a kid, evidently.

 

For all of his musical knowledge and razor sharp wit, he was one of the greatest encouragers I’ve ever known. Long after my days of being a musician had passed – throughout my marriage and divorce and the years after – I would get phone calls. Sometimes emails. How was I doing? Had I kept up with music? Here’s the latest inappropriate joke. God, that man loved to forward email jokes. Shortly after my divorce, either because they were desperate for company or knew that I would be, he and two of his retired genius friends would get together at the local Chinese buffet every Thursday and invited me to join. We were an odd gathering of three retired geniuses talking about things far above my pay grade, and the young photographer kid showing off random photographs. They’d all act impressed then go back to talking about flux capacitors and quantum physics or some such while I searched for the next cool photograph to show them.

The last time I actually saw Moby (and I’m so desperately thankful for this memory), we were outside the Chinese buffet and he bear hugged me. We’d hugged a lot before that, but this – this – was a gigantic bear hug. He said he loved me and was proud of me. I told him I loved him, too. And because I’d long since sold every musical instrument I had, he said, “Now go find a damned banjo. You need to keep playing.” And that was it.

Several weeks later I was in a music shop in Bozeman, Montana, and I had a friend shoot a short video of me playing banjo to send to Moby. I sent it along with the text, “Here, you old pain in the ass. I hope you’re happy.” I got no response back. I tried to reach him a couple more times the next day – more sarcastic texts, and then on the third morning of no response I checked his Facebook page from my phone. And all I saw were messages of condolence from friends flooding his page. He’d died suddenly of a heart attack a few days prior. As that knowledge sank in, I cried like a complete fool in the living room of a friend I was staying with. And then, out of nowhere, the crying mixed with laughter. Moby would have loved the thought of me sending inappropriate texts and jokes and giving him a hard time for not responding, only to find out that he had died. I felt like a complete asshole, and he would have laughed hysterically. And then he would have told the story to all of the waitresses at the Chinese buffet. Moby1sm

Shortly after Moby’s passing, I wrote a letter to his daughter telling her how much I loved her dad. She responded with extremely kind and thankful words, and somehow in the exchange of letters I learned she had his upright bass. The same bass I’d stood next to for so many days and nights on the road playing music. And I wanted to photograph it. I couldn’t formulate why exactly, I just knew I wanted to.

Five years later found me on the road for an entire month: from an engagement session in San Diego, to a wedding in Boca Raton. When I realized my trip would take me through Portland, Oregon, I wrote to Moby’s daughter again and asked if I could photograph his bass while I was in town.

She graciously agreed to load it up and meet me with it at a park in Portland. And for the first time I can remember, I briefly freaked the hell out while waiting on her to show up at the park. The one recurring thought was: I don’t know how to shoot an upright bass. I saw in my head what I wanted – bass/trees/nature/light. But it was heavy, preparing to photograph a piece of a really dear friend. While our final goodbye had been wonderful, I hadn’t been this close to him since. And in the same instant the anxiety showed up, the calm came in right behind it. I was just going to shoot it. Whatever happened, whatever lighting, whatever conditions, I was just going to run with it. You can successfully kill something by thinking it to death.

I made it right up to the moment when she parked and got out of her car; then the tears came. Thankfully not the ugly cry tears. The I’m a dude and I’m not going to talk while the tears fall out because talking with a quivering voice sucks and isn’t manly tears. We hugged for a short eternity and she asked if I wanted to carry his bass – not because she wasn’t able to, but because she knew what it would mean to me.  At this point all speech was gone from my throat, so I nodded and carried it to the nearest gigantic tree. 7Z3A9036

All of the pressure of trying to make it perfect vanished somewhere into that forest. And for the briefest of moments I stood at the base of a giant tree with my friend again. With absolutely no words spoken, I said I missed him. I said thanks for showing me it was okay to be a complete dork and be creative, and that all the people who are trying to be cool aren’t actually cool at all, and that I loved him. And I just started shooting.

I don’t think I took more than a few frames, all while his daughter sat watching several yards away and cried with me. It was the most intensely personal thing I’ve ever shot. And I remember the moment when I made the photos I’d wanted to make from the beginning. A flood of more emotion and a silent “ Yeah. That’s it. That’s the shot.” I helped her load the bass back up, hugged her for another eternity, and thanked her as much as I could for allowing me that opportunity. Mobysm

I want there to be some bit of helpful knowledge for you to take away from this, those of you who are kind enough to read my ramblings. If anything, it’s this: shoot what scares you. Shoot something personal. We all fight and claw and chase dollars and have things that we have to shoot. I get that. Bills need to be paid. But take all of that creative madness you have within yourselves and create something just for you. No monetary reward. Not necessarily any recognition. Just create something with that crazy talent you have that means something to you. A short distance beyond being scared to death of failure is the satisfying knowledge that you kicked fear’s ass.

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That evening I ended up in yet another music store, this time in Portland, Oregon, and found a banjo to play for a few moments. I honestly couldn’t think of a better end to that day than making some music, all the while hearing Moby’s voice in my head saying, “About damned time, kid.”

Followed of course by that goofy, wonderful smile.

 

 

 

Sincere thanks to my good friend and ridiculously talented photographer Kevin Lau for snapping behind the scenes shots along the way.

This is one of those blogs that have a bazillion photos in it, so brace yourselves.

 

 

Somehow during Melissa and Brian’s rehearsal dinner, I found myself with a ukulele in the middle of a jam session. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe it was Montana. Both?

 

This was such a fantastic trip all around. Bighorn Lodge in Noxon, Montana is one of the most gorgeous venues I’ve ever seen. Somewhere between a lot of wine, a mysteriously acquired car battery that powered the trolling motor on the small aluminum boat I found myself in the middle of a deep and cold river, and the absolute indescribable beauty and wonder that is Montana, this wedding happened.

 

Melissa and Brian, thanks for being amazing. Thanks for letting me hang out in the middle of Montana again for awhile.

 

Sincere thanks to my good friend Jeremiah Spray for coming along on this wedding and doing an amazing job as always.montana wedding photographermontana wedding photographermontana wedding photographermontana wedding photographermontana wedding photographermontana wedding photographermontana wedding photographermontana wedding photographermontana wedding photographermontana wedding photographermontana wedding photographermontana wedding photographermontana wedding photographermontana wedding photographer

  • John and Sharon Neele - Beautiful wedding, beautiful people, and beautiful wedding album. It brought tears to my eyes. All the best that life has to offer.
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  • Kevin Lau - Insanely beautiful!!ReplyCancel