When you’re a stranger.
A friend at work asked me to take photo’s at her dad’s 65th birthday party, a rather random request, how could I refuse.
It was the first time I had covered an event like that (I was the photographer for my dad’s wedding, but that was different). I was quite worried that the pictures would be disappointing, or I wouldn’t be able to get enough, or that I’d forget my memory card, or my batteries would die, etc, etc, etc.
Luckily all went well and the pictures turned out good. It was fun interrupting random people having random conversations with a friendly “Hi, I’ve been asked to take pictures, mind if I quickly grab you guys?”
