Well, it’s about damn time I got these pictures ready for upload. It’s mostly my fault, but not all my fault (or so I shall maintain).
Anyway, so the Sunday after we arrived in Chicago for Christmas, we had an appointment with our wedding photographer, Matt Schademann, for two hours of “engagement photos” around Chicago.
It was a bit chilly out. Seven below, and the wind blowing from 25 to 35 miles per hour. That comes out to about -30 to -40 with windchill. That’s damn cold for a hatless jackass. Especially when that gloveless jackass is instructed to grab onto a steel girder. Between the wind and the cold, my eyes would water and I wouldn’t feel the tears running down my cheeks.
KrisDi was stumbling through the snow and ice in heels, of course, so I was taking my time in order to be supportive to her (physically supportive — I didn’t want her falling!). As I’m strolling calmly through the frigid gusts, jacket fluttering gaily in the breeze, our six-foot-something Jeep-driving gloved-and-hatted photographer stops and looks at me and says, “You must be way tougher than me. You’re not even flinching!”
Of course, my response was, “Don’t worry. I’m fucking freezing.”
So, he took us around Chicago, we spent short bursts of time out in the cold where he would give us ridiculous instructions like “Act natural!” It was 35 below. Naturally, we wanted to go inside and have some hot cocoa. “Look hip!” We’re two white engineers from the midwest. “Pretend I’m not here!” Why the hell are we out here in the cold, then?
Thankfully, after a while, he took us into Union Station, where it was bearable. We continued to get confusing instructions, though. “Pretend like you’re going to steal that giant Christmas decoration. Hey, no, put it back down! HEY!”
Anyway, part of the deal is that he’d clean up 15 of them suitable for publishing, and then we paid for a couple extra. Some of them he did two ways — they have a weird shadow effect. Let me know if you like the weird shadow effect more than the standard pictures.
Here are the pictures.