Birdsong Photography

I laugh.

A lot.

Chances are, if you don't like to laugh, or are completely devoid of any and all sense of humor, you'll hate me.

I love to see others laugh. I would rather have ten photos of you laughing, face squished together, flared nostrils, huge smile on your face, than one single photo that looks like it was done by the fine folks at Sears, or God forbid, Wal-Mart, fake smile, posed in some portrait that looks like it fell off of your grandmother's living room wall.

And not because I have anything against the "stand here, smile for the camera" photos. Everyone has them. It honestly doesn't tell me anything about you though. I'm infinitely more interested in what makes you laugh as a couple, what makes you cry. What you're excited about, what you love to do, what you love about each other, what you find really, really annoying about each other, etc, because in those details are all the great and wonderful and crazy things that make up your personalities, and what makes you perfect together.

If you need your photographer to be a cross between Richard Simmons and Lady Gaga, projecting a fantasy world in which everything is fabulous and dare I say, rocktastic, while unicorns prance around and fuzzy little kittens poop rainbows while chanting motivational quotes, desperately clinging to the self-inflicted idea that they're somehow famous because other photographers have heard of them, you should keep looking.

I'm not famous. I'm not a special snowflake, nor do I wish to be perceived as such. I'm a lucky schmuck, working with people I otherwise would have never met, making friends I would have otherwise never known, seeing places I never would have seen if not for people enjoying what I do, and I can't express my gratitude enough for all of that.

I work all over the U.S., driving a rental Prius wherever I go. Partially because I absolutely detest flying, and partly because the people I meet along the way, on the back roads in the middle of nowhere, I would never have otherwise met at 30,000 feet.

I've fought inanimate objects in the waters of Key West, honked at cows outside of Atlanta, dodged taxi's in Chicago, danced to live jazz in New Orleans, side-stepped scorpions in the desert outside Las Vegas, laughed on a rooftop overlooking San Diego, sat on a cliff overlooking San Francisco, watched whales jumping in the water off the coast of Oregon, gotten lost in the hills above Los Angeles, and sat on the side of a glacial lake in Montana, wondering how I ever got there.

And all of those places, all of those memories, all of those once in a lifetime experiences for some hyperactive dork that should, for all general purposes, still be driving a forklift.....all of those things are made possible by the most incredible, gracious, kind, loving, sweet clients that anyone could ever hope to work for.

To the future brides (and grooms forced to read this), you have my sincere thanks for taking time to visit my site. I wish you the absolute best of luck in your search for vendors, and in planning one of the most crazy, incredible days of your lives. I've worked with great vendors all across the U.S., and if you'd like, will gladly recommend them to you, wherever you may live.

To my former clients and current friends, thank you from the bottom of my heart for allowing me into your lives, encouraging me along the way, and making this crazy dream possible. Without you, I'm just some hyper bald dude with a camera.

All the best,

B