This entire week I have been steaming ahead with my workshop presentation and, I'm pleased to announce, it's finally done and dusted.   I have been up all hours, morning and night, trying to get it together for this coming Tuesday, so I'm chuffed to have finalised it in good time. 

 
As a result of these self-imposed extracurriculars, my obligations to the blog have gone somewhat astray and, although I promised Nancy and Paul their wedding would be posted this week, I quite simply just didn't manage any blog-time, at all.

In the meantime, however, I did eke out this sneak and I assure you I'll go through your pics over the weekend, so I can post something on Monday. Promise.

Easily the most unoriginal time of year. Flooded with pricey red roses, cheesy, clichéd cards with big cursive letters and a husband who pukes at the very thought of commercialised romance.

But. Somehow . . .the midgets, each with their very own handmade card. Created just for me. Managed to make my heart sing!

Cute and kitsch in equal measures, I give you an image of Liam.

This week, at school, the theme has been colours. Each day we religiously transported coloured objects to and fro - matching the colour of the day.

It has, admitedly, been quite fun, especially for me. (I, selfishly, revolved this around my love of photography, and took it on as a personal photographic project. Challenging myself to photograph the daily colours).

Here is Jake collecting berries for our red day.

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.