Love shines. x
a couple of days later just after dawn…
It always seems that the last wedding I photograph is my new favourite, but ‘favourite’ is not the right word, nor the right way of looking at it. I don`t have a list, an order of weddings I enjoyed most or least. I just have a sense of freshness from the last wedding I photographed, a rawness of feelings of being involved in the intimacy of a couples lives and photographing a story of the day. It`s quite intense.
There is much to say about Tim and Dani`s day, and typically I struggle to narrow those thoughts down to a coherence. Much doesn’t fit into a word or phrase or an explanation. What I did feel was a strong sense of a compelling approach to living. They called it the ‘no plan’ plan but it was more than that because it came with a sense of making the most of opportunities, of being in the moment and living that moment out. It`s too easy to be thinking about the next thing that`s going to happen, about the plan. It`s easy to forget about what is happening right now; the breath, the light, the connections all around. I`m with them on this. Thanks for being amazing people! You taught me a great lesson about adventure with our trip to the headland.
I want to share the recent wedding day story of Kayla and Thomas, set in the Yarra Valley outside Melbourne, Victoria. It was an unexpectedly hot day, with an almost tropically high humidity, which kept the shady areas of the trees in high demand. The setting sun, as always, was spectacular. It`s inspirational to spend time with the someone you have just literally married, to slow down and breathe and feel the wind, to smell and listen. Having to hop the fence to be in the empty field made it extra exciting.
Thank you Kayla and Thomas for inviting me down to be a part of your day with your closest family and friends. Justin x. And big thanks to Emma too for 2nd shooting and bringing her awesome.
My brother-in-law, Nick, has lived overseas for most of the last 17 years or so that I have known and loved his sister. We first met in S London and a few years later he stayed and helped when we moved into the house I built for our family, re painting the 2nd hand roof, stretching the trawler nets we use as verandha railings and watering the newly sown grass.
A couple of years ago we all spent 3 glorious weeks on the Greek island of Skopelos eating gyros and bbq’d sardines and visiting beaches. He’s a great cook and easy and fun to hang out with, not afraid to be challenging with his ideas and words.
For the last 5/6 years, Bali has been his home. He returned late last year, with Sara, and their wedding planned for Feb. We met Sara just before Christmas, a hug at the door and a late night port creating instant connection. She’s cool. He’s cool.
Talk around the wedding was minimal. There was no fussing. No pinteresting. He bought a waistcoat and desert boots. She bought a dress. The ceremony was to be be down the end of the road, near the bus stop to work – admittedly a bus stop with a view. We drive down to Sydney for it, taking the kids out of school. Nick made the cupcakes early the day before with my daughter Mali helping. These were the ‘wedding cake’ – salted caramel and pretzel! They then went off to pick up Sara’s parents flying in from the U.S. Nick came back later and we threw paper aeroplanes and played badminton and woke early the next morning to a beautiful Sydney day. Sara arrived with her parents and we all met and walked down the street. It was an early ceremony with family only and then a brunch down the hill by the lake. Our family was in charge of ice (20 bags), we set up the picnic and drinks at the Peace Park round the corner and friends and extended arrived for the afternoon. It was a simple day, everyone helping make it work and even simple days are full and beautiful. And simple days have time. Time to be in the moment. Time to slow down. Time to forget about the plans and the framework of how the day is going to go.
I volunteered to photograph a story of the day. They wouldn’t have got a photographer otherwise. I was a guest too, with my family a part of it.
And this was a great story. A great wedding. As is every wedding no matter what shape or look it is. It’s not the surface that is the most important, but the heart of it. That makes everything.
And I have never seen Nick so happy. Thanks Sara! Yours is a great story with many pages to write yet!