Gerry, the groom, quivered as he stared into the eyes of Carol, the bride, the sweat on his brow not visible in the 24 frames that I shot him in. If it were a 60-frame action shot, it probably would. The couple requested that I shoot them in filmic quality. For the first time, I made the mistake of filming the groom’s side. As the lead shooter of my own zero-budget enterprise, I preferred to shoot the bride—it was her moment to shine, after all.