A camera was thrust into my paws and I declared the official photographer by our Usual Group of Friends (UGF). It’s a trickery “job” than I anticipated. I’m already feeling the title’s heft of responsibility on my shoulders. Its all my fault that I’m in this situation.
I’ve been the one whose always up taking pictures. Typically on group trips, at dinner dances, and weekend “meet-up” lunches that rolls on into dinner. Mostly because I like taking pictures over getting smashed or dancing to the same old songs. A majority of my shots turns out to be group photos of everyone bunched up around the camera, grinning. The girls worried about looking fat and the guys barely aware of what’s going on.
Then it branched out to “covering” gatherings by taking un-posed photos. They are the typical “what the Sunday lunch meet up looked liked” shots. I didn’t think much of them till Mrs C pointed out that quite a few of our friends had started using my photos of them as their Facebook profile pictures.
Things ramped up when our friends started to breed. Inevitably, offspring leads to birthday parties-currently for 1 and 2 years olds. My photo documentation of such events seems to be a hit with the parents. The main reason is that I have finally got “the hang” of aperture priority. The other is that if you take a few hundred photos of a swarm of 2 years olds there’s bound to be a handful worthy of an “Aney sweeeet”.
There is a worrying part of my new “role”. I am the preserver of memories for people and their children. My choices of framing a shot will influence how many years later, how events and people will be remembered. At a practical level I have the responsibility of organising, archiving and distributing the photos I take. The worst is when I have to take photographs with other people’s unfamiliar cameras. Specially ones that perform poorly in low light. It becomes a hassle when there’s an exception placed on you to produce “good” photographs.
Fact is I’m a shit photographer no matter what anyone says. But if some of my clickings makes anyone happy, so be it. I’m more concerned with juggling the expectations of the role and the practicalities involved pulling it off. I’m certainly not alone with this type of role.
Are you the official photographer for your family/friends? Or do you have one in your social circle? Either way their valuable insights you can to share about the role from both sides of the lens. The comment box humbly awaits your wisdom and you don’t have to “cheese” .