As much as I love and cherish the daily dose of constant mayhem my boys churn out; be it through giggling, loud laughter, chattering, whining and fisticuffs, I also really value MY time - those rare occasions in the course of the evening, when I'm alone and all is quiet and calm. My time.
It's during this time that I can actually sit in front of my PC, in total peace, going through moments, editing images and getting lost in thought.
Here is one I stumbled on, from last nights editing session.
Our little forest has been fenced off. We now have to resort to leopard crawling under the pallisade fence to sneak into our enchanted forest.
Yes, technically, trespassing. Terrible, I know! But it is always worth it in the end. An adventure for the boys and sweet images for me!
I almost forgot, Monday is a public holiday in South Africa, so no email or phone from my side ;-).
Another fleeting second captured, which I once again failed to see during my selection for the Blog. It's funny how, when going about the editing process, I eventually get to see all those small moments that do not always immediately catch my eye for the Blog. I seem to be in too much of a hurry when scanning through about 4,000 thumbnail images; missing small, magical instants like this.
I suppose your wedding day is very much like this: so fast, so exciting, so filled with nerves and emotion, it's all over in the blink of an eye. Given the helter-skelter of any marriage day, I reckon you would also tend to miss some of the seemingly lesser significant moments.
... and just incase you haven't seen enough of my children, here is Jake up in a beautiful oak tree.
Having shot over a hundred weddings, it's strange I have never photographed a ceremony at Avianto, which does seem to be one of the more popular Gauteng venues.
Every wedding is, of course, different and I love that.
I love the different personalities and circumstances of the day and the genuinely nice people I get to meet. This one involved many, many emotional and tearful moments throughout the day. There was also plenty of laughter to make up for the tears; the mother of the bride being locked in the bathroom; a petal-obsessed flower girl; an ancient Landy; a fun-loving and relaxed couple and a bride looking ever so graceful walking up a muddy hill. . . just so her selfish photographer could capture an image with the moody sky.
Thank you, both of you - we had a grand time.
There she is, an angelic flowergirl very serious about her role on the day...the petals had no chance.