Maine & NH Wedding Photographer //What Your Photographer’s Actually Doing While You’re Eating Dinner

(Spoiler: I’m not sitting. Or eating. Or crying in a corner.)

So, the dinner bell rings. Guests are seated. Plates are full. Music’s soft. You might glance around and think, “Huh, where’d my photographer go? Are they finally taking a break?”

HA. Cute.

Listen, just because you don’t see me doesn’t mean I’m off in a supply closet weeping into a napkin. I’m not chilling. I’m not scrolling TikTok. I’m not hiding under a table with a bread roll in my mouth (okay, maybe that’s happened once, but it was a desperate carb moment and the DJ saw nothing).

What I am doing? I’m on the move. Constantly.

While you're having that first bite of your steak or finally sitting down for the first time all damn day, here’s what I’m probably doing:

  • Running around like a caffeinated squirrel getting detail shots of the table settings before someone inevitably moves the centerpiece or spills a drink.

  • Capturing the epic signage you made (or your friend with a Cricut slaved over) so your guests know they’re at your party and not just another barn with string lights.

  • Sneaking in venue shots while the lighting is perfect and the vibe is still crisp—not crumpled napkins and half-drunk cocktails.

  • Following the flower girl and ring bearers like I’m filming a documentary for PBS, because I know they’re about to start doing parkour off the sweetheart table.

  • Setting up lighting and gear for the next part of your day so that your first dance doesn’t look like it was held in a dungeon.

Basically, I’m moving through that reception space like a wedding-day Roomba—quietly, efficiently, dodging feet and capturing everything I can before the next big moment hits.

So no, you might not see me much during dinner. But that’s kind of the point. I'm not there to be seen—I'm there to catch everything that you might miss. Because later, when you’re flipping through your gallery and see that perfect wide shot of the tables, or that sneaky kiss your partner stole when they thought no one was looking, or the candid of Grandma slow dancing with your nephew—you’ll know exactly where I was.