I get to look at a lot of wedding pictures. A LOT.
At first I was fascinated by them and wanted to critique every dress, choice of flowers, bridesmaid dress color and bridal/groomal attractiveness. I would take the time to look through every book and no matter how simple the affair, I would get a bit caught up in the moment of it.
And then I got bored. The weddings just turned into a never ending stream of sameness.
Occasionally, I will still come across pictures that stand out. For my own amusement, I do rather like it when they stand out like these ones:
But I can still be impressed by goodness, too. Every now and again, I come across a photographer whose wedding pictures move me. Sometimes, they make me cry a little. I should be fairly immune to this by now, but I am happy to see that there are some real photographers out there, even though everyone and their mom is taking pictures.
My current favorite is this British guy, Graham Morgan. I was particularly impressed by his candid pictures of the guests. He somehow got beautiful, unobtrusive portraits of many (all?) individuals at the wedding as they watched the ceremony.
I also just love the british-y ness of the weddings he does, which speaks less about him perhaps and more about his geography. Or it could be about the kind of clientele he picks up. But I love the ladies in hats and old stone churches and gray lighting of overcast skies.
So when time comes that I happen across someone needing a wedding photographer in Bath or Bristol, I will be very emphatically recommending this one.