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30 Wedding Photos: 21


Groups. Hmm. If you've read Mrs Lemon's you might have picked up that I'm not wild about group shots - give me a bit of spontaneity, a bit of humanity, a bit of warmth or melancholy or a million other things but groups? I'm not sure. Of course, I'm called upon to photograph them at weddings and they do have some value then - looking back, as an aide memoire, they show who was there at the very least. What can also happen, however, is that they can be fun to do. No, I'm not talking about star-jumps and running away from dinosaurs (funny though this was when it first appeared) - just making sure everyone is relaxed, a little bit of interaction with me (but not too much), and above all make it quick - please God make it quick - no one wants to stand around blah blah - you know all that :) I'd much rather have a photo like the one above to show the b&g where there are eyes closed and faces missing but where there is also genuine love and amusement than I would a group shot where there are no closed eyes, everyone is visible, and their souls are dying ... (slight exaggeration but YKWIM).
So, anyway, there you go - I like this one, it's fun.

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Waltercio Caldas

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From Wikipedia:

Waltércio Caldas Júnior (born 6 November 1946), also known as Waltércio Caldas, is a Brazilian sculptor, designer, and graphic artist. Caldas is best known as part of Brazil's Neo-Concretism movement as well as for his eclectic choices in materials.