
On the eve of my first out of town wedding, I decide to blog again and force myself to share my thoughts and feelings, hoping it would provide insight of what a twenty-something freelance photographer life is like.
It is definitely exciting.
Not too many people get to find out what they really like to do and even fewer actually get to do the things they really want. I may be a cliche "struggling-artist", but I am happy with my hobby-turned-profession. Getting paid? Well that's a whole other discussion. Economics and Art has a very peculiar relationship. One that I still do not have the pleasure of enjoying.
A few weeks ago, I answered a post in Multiply asking who would be interested in covering a wedding in Boracay. The client will handle the airfare, accommodation and food for the three-day stay. No money involved, so that's always a bummer, but they'll already be paying a hefty amount for the travel arrangements. So I sent credentials and sample shots of my partner and I. Long story short, we got the gig and it's cool.
Although it sounds kick ass, it's a bitch to pack photography gear. You can't really check them in, so you have to lug around 50 lbs. on your back. And, no, it does not fit comfortably in the overhead compartment. Beach photography sounds fun with the sun and the surf, but no one wants sand in their hundred thousand peso camera and hundred thousand peso lenses (not that I have such camera and lenses). Nonetheless, I am sure we will power through.
So tomorrow, I get to hop on plane with my buddy, Rage, on some couple's dime, doing the thing I love. The only thing that can top that is seeing the reaction of the couple when they see their shots that we took.
Anyway, I have to spend a little quality time with the significant other before I leave for the next few days. As for the wedding, I'll post some behind-the-scenes shots as we go along.

Here's a photo of my last trip to Boracay with the missus middle of this year. All we did was eat and chill. Needless to say, it was awesome. I only got halfway through the famed
Still Standing After 15 though so that still stings. Curses! I vow to come back and finish what I started.