“Of course we can. You’ve still got your eyes and your shutter-pushing finger. What we need to figure out is how to get you back to the point where pictures were about capturing moments.” “And how do we do that?” “My dad and Phoebe’s wedding is coming up.” “Oh, no.” He was already shaking his head. “They don’t have a photographer.” “Uh-uh. I don’t do weddings.” “You did Summer’s,” Emma countered. “That was different. She scares me, and she made me do it.”
