Category: Event Photography

Every year, my dear friend (let’s call her the queen of fun) throws an epic “Field Day”—and I mean epic. Imagine a mashup of your family reunion, summer camp, and the Olympics, but with more laughter and slightly less coordination. This isn’t just a casual picnic with sandwiches and polite conversation. Oh no. This is tug-of-war, three-legged, and wheelbarrow races where the participants might not have their balance, but they sure have their dignity… well, most of it.

When she asked me to photograph the event, I jumped at the chance. First, I’d do anything for her because she’s my friend. Second, because events like these are my jam. Something about capturing people in their element—sweaty, laughing, mid-fall, or mid-victory lap—makes the photos feel alive. It’s the magic of real moments, where no one’s saying, “Okay, now tilt your chin slightly to the left.”

Field Day is the perfect reminder that not every photo session has to be cookie-cutter or full of posed smiles and perfectly coordinated outfits (although, shoutout to anyone who managed to wear matching team shirts this year—you’re the real MVPs). The beauty is in the chaos, in the moments that make you snort-laugh when you see them later. Like that one uncle who gave it his all in the sack race and wiped out so spectacularly that his glasses flew off… but hey, he stuck the landing with a smile. Or the spur of the moment rap battle.

That’s the thing about life: it’s messy, funny, and sometimes downright ridiculous. And when you look back at the photos years from now, those are the moments you’ll treasure. Not the stiff poses, but the candid laughs, the sweat-soaked hugs, the competitive streaks that turned your calm cousin into a sprinting blur.

Photographing Field Day was a masterclass in why I love what I do. It’s not about creating a perfect moment—it’s about recognizing that the moments we’re already living are perfect in their imperfection. It’s the kid double-fisting popsicles, the aunt who came out of retirement to dominate musical chairs, and the look on everyone’s faces when they finally sat down to eat after hours of friendly but ferocious competition.

So, if you’re thinking about capturing your own family traditions, let me just say this: Don’t stress about the poses. Don’t worry about everyone looking “just right.” The best photos come from simply being yourselves. And if that involves a little dirt, sweat, and your team breaking into a victory chant… even better.

Life isn’t staged, so why should your photos be?

And to my friend: thank you for letting me document the joy, the hilarity, and the slightly chaotic brilliance of Field Day. I’m already sharpening my camera skills for next year—because I know it’ll be bigger, better, and possibly include water balloons. Just saying.