“Did that just hit you in the head??”, I asked in horror, a helpless feeling spreading throughout me.

“Yeah. I didn’t see it until the last second,” my client answered as he winced in pain, holding his forehead.

A photographer’s worst nightmare: my remote flash had just clocked Scott right on the head. I had set up the light-stand, taken a test photo and turned back to change lenses when the wind gusted and…

“OW!” Scott yelled.

“Oh, my God, baby! Are you okay?” asked his stunning fiance, Makenzie.

That’s right: for the first time in 8 years, I was now guilty of accidental assault with photographic equipment. Never before had this happened, never again will it happen!

The worst part: Makenzie and Scott were in town only that week from Scotland to get married in a tiny little ceremony at The Broadmoor Hotel three days later!

Yup. I probably just gave the groom a huge bruise on his head, only days before we were supposed to capture their wedding.

Great job, me. Great job.

Fortunately, Scott is a Scotsman, and he simply shrugged off the concussive pain and declared in his rugged brogue, “Don’t worry. I’m fine.” (Read with Scottish accent).

Then the gnats attacked us. Apparently, Scott has quite a strong reaction to gnat bites, and the whole right side of his face got nice and red and puffy.

But Scott, being a Scotsman, simply repeated, “Don’t worry. I’m fine.”

So we shot on, and thank God (and Scott) we did, because the session turned out great and we would never have been blessed with one of the best sunsets I’ve seen in Colorado in years.

I am also very happy to report that their wedding (a few days later) went off perfectly, with no additional injuries or bug bites.

Stay tuned for their wedding post tomorrow!