If anyone thinks being a photographer is easy work, they should try it for a while. My grandpa was a professional photographer....and every day, I admire what he did for so many years.
I shot my first paying gig on Saturday. Seriously hard work.
Physically: My arms hurt from holding the camera all day (that lens is heavier than my old one) My lower back ached, and my fingers felt like arthritis set into the joints. Surprisingly, my feet were pretty good. I wore "sensible" shoes, but more importantly, I think everything else hurt so bad, that was the least of my concerns.
Mentally: I am sure that with years of experience, weddings become somewhat predicable, but really there is one rule in wedding photography everyone knows...expect the unexpected. It rained. Now remember, I am a natural light photographer (for the most part), so rain is a difficult obstacle. Now it didn't just rain a little...it rained so hard while we were driving down the interstate that we almost had to pull over. Somehow... we lucked out. Outdoor photos took about 1.15 hrs and we had no (or very little) rain for 1.30 hours. Almost as soon as we were done, it started to pour again. I asked my muse, my grandpa, to put in a good word for me. I like to think he pulled some strings.
Also, wrapping my brain around configuring large groups of people, remembering names, thinking about composition, lighting, exposure etc.. Is REALLY an immense undertaking. I am so glad Bob helped me out. He helped me so much. I realize why most photographers have assistants (however, I don't think my grandpa used one....)
Emotionally, I was pretty even keel during the day (other then a minor morning meltdown during the heaviest of the rains). I think my biggest emotional hurdle came afterward. My photos are nice. I think and I hope the couple will like them (I was dirt cheap). However, I set high expectations for myself. See above mental issues...it is one hard job with TONS of things going on... I have some pretty strange family configurations, off lighting, goofy kids, blurred ceremony shots, etc... All those cool poses, and funky depth of field stuff I was intent on doing went by the wayside. Survival was the word of the day. It was a bit disappointing, but I did at least get all the wanted shots and I did pretty good with the photo-journalistic aspects. I have a TON of work to do....but, I suppose I have to start somewhere.
Now I just have to get ready to do it again next week. Hopefully I can make my grandpa proud.