What a year it has been, full of joy and of laughter, a number of weddings, a few happily ever afters, some sunshine, some airports, some beautiful times, some singing, some dancing with champagne and wine, three hundred and sixty five days I have seen, a thank you to you, here’s to 2013…
Being a wedding photographer is an honor and a privilege, an invitation and a vote of confidence. Photographing a dear friend’s wedding is all of those things, plus the swelling of your heart, the shaking of your hands and the crying of your eyes.
I travelled all the way over to the other side of the world to photograph these two momentous events. First was the very intimate Byron Bay ceremony of five. It rained and it shone, she wore killer heels, he drove the Valiant and I witnessed the marriage of Melanie & her photographer husband, Duncan.
It’s lunchtime in London and it’s raining and grey, so I am dreaming of an evening in Crete, where we had dinner with the sunset and the shore.
It’s times like these that I am so thankful that I get to take photos for a living, meet beautifully unique people every week and have the opportunity to share one of the most memorable days of their lives with them. I’ll take all the grey and rainy days in the world for that.
Tomorrow, I get to photograph a three-day wedding in beautifully quaint Hurley and I’ve been looking forward to it all week!
I am always enamoured with nights like this one.
An evening at home with my husband, in our little London flat, sat outside under the heater on the terrace, listening to our neighbour’s winter concert, with a bottle of Oyster Bay. Feeling alive and truly grateful for life and love, forever surprised at how sweet London can be.
It’s been a phenomenal start to the year. I am already overwhelmed by what’s in store, but overwhelmed in the best way possible.