As long as Uncle Ashton doesnt get in my way or try to rearrange my groups, he’s fine. Uncle Ashtons used to really get on my nerves, until I got married myself this January. I learned so much from actually being in my own wedding. For example, my dad took his point and shoot and I was all grumbling in my head “we have a professional, dont get in his way grumble grumble”, but I later came to understand that no image that was created by our photographer (my mentor!) could have meant as much to my dad as the snapshot he took himself from his seat, of his son getting married.

I’m pretty sure he’s in front of the camera way more.