Trying to unravel the intricacies of a Greek orthodox baptism is a pointless exercise. As a photographer you will be battling dim church lighting, over-bearing godparents, blind drunk uncles, a priest in a frock, wailing mothers and screaming infants. If you can nail a few frames during this constantly shifting melee then you’re winning. Anything extra is a bonus. Whether you agree with the whole tradition or not is irrelevant. At the end of the day it’s just a big party for a proud family and one wet baby.