The one person I could count on the day of my wedding, other than my family, was Frank. I knew he’d be on time, I knew he’d do a great job, and most of all I knew we were going to have fun. I never realized how important it was to trust your photographer until I met him. Of course, this didn’t just happen the day of. About 15 months before that big day I met Frank. Right away we clicked. We talked, we laughed, and we really got to know each other on the first meeting. My mom was apprehensive because she wanted someone through word of mouth but he won her over in no time.The day of I was 15 minutes late, guess who wasn’t? I walked into the hotel room and saw him with his crew taking pictures of my dress and immediately felt relieved. Words can’t express his professionalism. Truly a man who loves his job and knows how to do it well. We started taking pictures right away and he showed me some previews, again, mind blowing. I’m so glad we got to know each other and he knew my silly side. I got some very ME pictures. Funky, funny, sassy. Frank let ME express myself the day of my wedding. Not the usually cookie cutter bride. After my dj screwed something up, Frank offer to stay later than our original contracted time. That’s how much he cares. He really does bend over backwards to make you happy and comfortable.It’s been three weeks since my wedding and I’m still getting load of compliments on my pictures. He got the most beautiful and romantic shots as well as hilarious ones of my best friend flying over everyone to catch the bouquet. Talk
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