Picture this: Mama and me, in the Buick, driving west on SW Morrison. As I turn right onto SW 12th, I’m saying, “I’ve got to find something for Alphabet Wednesday for J.” Mama quips, “J is for joy” as the car straightens out and I notice a crowd of people on the left, at the steps of a church. Parked at the far corner is a turquoise-colored convertible, an Olds Delta 88, adorned with bunches of white balloons, blowing in the breeze. I say, “I’ll get a photo of the car—that could represent joy, the joy of the bride and groom!”
So I go around the block again, when lo and behold, as we straighten out on 12th, a man stops at the top of the church steps and introduces the bride and groom to everyone. They come down the steps and get into the convertible! In seconds, they pull out into the street, to our left. At a traffic signal, I lean out, camera in hand, and say, “Smile!” You see the result.
But.
I can't, in all conscience, use the photo for J without their permission. Last Friday, I call the church and explain all about my blog, ABC Wednesday, and J is for Joy. I ask the wedding lady if she could ask the couple for me, “Would it be OK to use the photo I took of them for my blog?” She says she will e-mail them for me. Later that evening, my phone rings. The new bride agrees to my from-out-of-left-field request.
To the happy couple I say, "Thank you for letting me share your joy with the City Daily Photo Blog."
