Archive for December, 2009
For me, 5 weeks notice is a bit late notice. But not so late that I wasn’t keen to be a part of it. Alistair explained the scenario and whilst it sounded challenging I wasn’t entirely aware how challenging. With a 3:30 ceremony time 6 days before Christmas it was always going to be a wedding more in the dark than in the light. Then I saw the reception space. Absolutely one of the most amazing and wonderfully beautiful spaces I have seen…sadly my camera wasn’t so keen. The relative ease that Bury Court brought us the night before was cruelly taken by the scene that awaited us. Time to push the cameras and the operators (that’s me and D) to the max. So much so that Darren and I shared my Nikons. He has 2 5Ds…and these 5Ds weren’t enough. When it was over I was pleased…if we can shoot that, we can shoot anything!
Yes, I take wedding photos…yes, I take some straight up normal wedding photos…but sometimes, I like things that are a bit different…sometimes I like the bizarre or the seemingly out of context — or perhaps just a standard context that shows something far too normal. I love Martin Parr — here’s a link. So sometimes when images come up that are Parr-eque (I would never compare myself to him…just because I nearly slipped over on the ice doesn’t make me Torvil – or Dean for that matter). I was really pleased to see two Parr moments in this wedding. One by me and one by Darren…in fact, Darren’s is more Parr than mine…I LOVE IT!
I wish I had the 85!
Actually, its OCF
A terrible tragedy (only she will get that)
Those aren’t spots (on the right)…that’s the intense sunlight reflecting off normal room ‘dust’
Remembering the list
This is my Just One
When you ask for a photo with the dog…well
Not the Stig
The Spice Girls were right…2 really did become 1
If that light is actually ‘lighting’ Amanda and Alistair that can mean only one thing…ITS 4:30pm on the 19th of December! I need a drink!
Not a great shot…just one that shows you how dark it was
There was just something reassuring about this chap
OK…I want a word with Scary Spice…because 2 have now become 4!
A wee taster as to the environment we had to work in — beautiful to the human eye…no so ‘loved’ by the camera
Time for a cuddle…
…because the String Diva’s are in da house
No question one of the most challenging lighting EVER. But I was rather pleased with the result. Color is everywhere…you just gotta roll with it
Strut your funny stuff
And now a few from Darren Parr
One of the things I’ve always admired about Darren is that he never really appreciates how good he is. Whether its humility or just ignorance (and I mean that in a good why BTW) I’m not sure. But sometimes I’m bowled over by the stuff he does and how most of the time he doesn’t realise how good it is.
I remember him saying “the shots in the pub in front of the window are going to be rubbish” — yeah, whatever!
Quirky…but entirely relevant
Alistair was able to wangle an R8 for the day….lucky dog!
Lit by the mother of all security lights
Here it is…Darren’s Martin Parr
Help Wanted: Red Nosed specialist need only apply. Seemed like a good idea on Thursday night when the snow started to fall. By Friday morning we were in a winter wonderland. Time to change the plans a bit and collect Darren a wee bit early. Funny thing was, it was far more dicey this side of the county than in Wonersh where Tor’s parents live and where the church is. It was funny being back in Wonersh. Nicola and I had our wedding reception in The Grantley Arms 14 years ago…the same pub that Duncan and many of the guests met at before the ceremony.
Bury Court was lovely — as usual. Such a warm and inviting space. Of course the gigantic overhead gas heaters probably have something to do with that. Below are some faves…some interesting bits and some random hoo-hah.
Ding dong merrily on high
For those of you without microscopic vision it says “Bra through hoops” – As Mrs Maguire said…”you had me a bra”
Both myself and this Bridesmaid agreed that it wasn’t the most convenient place to leave a map
Tor’s Dad get a first look
I DID SAVE THE DATE….I WAS THERE!!!!! Tor is Nick’s Brother and I shot Nick and Clare’s wedding in 2006
I know…its shocking…but its true
All about the girls
The headless groomsmen arrive minus the horse of the apocolypse
Its only fair that I show you this…
…so that you know who these belong to
Trying, without much success, the remember the 2nd and 3rd verses of ‘We Wish You a Merry Christmas”
“oh bring us some figgy pudding”
Here’s Nick (aka Tor’s Brother and celebrity of the save the date card on the fridge a few snaps ago)
“we won’t go until we get some” — I assume that’s referring to the figgy pudding
The sausage roll monitor wasn’t in the mood to play games
I’ve shot at Bury Court Barn loads of times…but had never seen this table plan idea
Tor sits by the window whilst the ghost of Christmas past lurks in the background
Never one to be outsmarted, Tor grabs him by the mistletoe
Perhaps my most interesting cake shot ever (so what does that tell you)
Its so, ho, ho cold
And a few from Mr Darren
Not many people will like this as much as I do…and that’s ok..moving on
Uhoh…someone just grabbed the map
This week I went long and he went wide
Today’s Just One is short…but sweet. ‘Ahh Sweet’ in fact. Its Amanda’s Dad, relaxed on the bed whilst the final touches to Amanda dress are sorted. Meanwhile another Bridesmaid (sorry, I’m rubbish with names) keeps Amanda calm and focused.
Loads more to come on Tuesday…more likely Wednesday. We’ve got a family thing going on Monday. So let’s just say tune in on Wednesday late afternoon. For tonights just one I decided let’s go for something that identifies the unique nature of the environment today.
You know how it is…you go out to the woods to shoot some photos (ok, maybe you don’t)…you trundle around in the rain trying to get the best out of the situation that you can. Safe in the knowledge that it wasn’t as bad as it could have been you return home and within a second of walking in the door you realise that the best photos you could take were sitting there, on a platter, in the doorway of your house. Shoot! Literally!