Monday already! 

Somehow this weekend went by in a flash....but don't they all?
Why can't the work week fly by and the weekend last forever - instead of the other way around? Sounds far more logical to me.

 

If you would like to get a little taste of what we were up to yesterday, then here you are;

 

I, on the other hand, need to get off the blog and onto my Monday dose of admin.

 

 

 

I had been checking the weather forecast all week in an attempt to gauge whether it would rain at the weekend.

 

Those of you not residing in Gauteng will be oblivious to the fact that for the past four/five weeks or so, we have had rain virtually every single day.

Well, Saturday at Diane's and Trent's wedding, we had rain; not normal rain, but, true highveld thunderstorms with lightning bolts and all the extras.

 

During the creatives session, Trent miraculously escaped being struck by a flash of lightning - not really, but, the way he dashed down the hill leaving his new wife behind, one would have thought the electric bolt must have just missed his left foot. ;-)

The skies held on until the shoot was done, we got our crackers and Trent made it out in one piece!

 

From the laughs we had on the golfcart, right through to the gorgeous lattern release at the reception, the whole day turned out beautifully. Thank you Diane. Thank you Trent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No Photoshop magic, the sky was that dark. Straight out of camera and sharpened in Photoshop. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The lovely lattern release shot in pitch darkness, sans flash at Iso 4000. 

 

Our week was pretty uneventful, due to rain, rain and more rain, resulting in housebound midgets with far too much energy.

 

Inbetween the rain, we made some time to go for one of our walks, looking for frogs and insects.

 

I love our walks together; simple, no rushing, no time, just exploring. Me and my boys. 

 

 

One of Oliver on our morning walk.

I have mentioned it before and will mention it again: I personally adore small weddings. For me, it's the understated, discreet moments of a wedding that take my breath away.


Kim and Dale set up a long table on the lawns of Toadbury Hall, under the plane trees overlooking the lake; a truly breath-taking setting experienced by a select-few people closest to both of them.


The weather played along, Kim's dad cried on cue and both said I do - quite simply, a day that won't easily be forgotten!

Thank you both for the honour.


 

 

The proof's in the pudding - my children do respect me and, more importantly, they listen to me.

 

I spent a good few minutes telling the boys they can play with the water, providing they didn't spray me, as I had my camera, which isn't at all fond of water in any form.

 

I give you Exhibit A - this offender clearly respects and listens TO ME.