Bless her cotton socks…Emma is no doubt the most patient of Brides. She’s had to wait one of the longest to get a few pictures on the blog. I started last Monday with 4 weddings on deck. I had to blog, work, tend to children, cry-scream-shout profanities at England on TV…a busy week. So its only today that I can release Emma and Gavin’s Tithe Barn Hampshire wedding photo blog. They’re sunning it up somewhere with, and she wasn’t shy about sharing this, two spa treatments a day. Its the USP of the honeymoon location. Gavin, well he gets scuba diving lessons and hopefully a calm, relaxed Bride with a soft spot for the World Cup.
DO take a picture
You are HERE!
Its OK…sometimes I look in the mirror and give myself a wink as well. Sometimes I even purr and growl as well.
Thinly veiled as art
Love in an elevator
I don’t reckon they really believed me that this was a good location for a group shot…wonder if they still doubt it?
Shortly before being sardined (IOW, the roof could only go on AFTER Emma go in)
Objects in mirror are far more interesting than they appear
Mommas and Poppas
Gavin, not quite understanding the concept of hide and seek, turns around well before reaching 20
This is Emma’s ‘this is really going to happen’ face
I prefer shoes with arch support
A new registrar for me…and she didn’t mind me getting more than one angle. Nice.
Only two things come from Oklahoma boy…
Vroom vroom
Summer of Love
Following the yellow brick road
Blew
Emma’s delivery into the penalty box was soon met with a crushing header (shortly followed by a DISALLOWED goal)
Sword envy
Exits are this way, that way and this way
A rather bad Dr Evil impersonation
Trying to master the Darren
Lady Phwoah Phwoah
Sometimes you find yourself in what seems to be the ‘second’ position. With Darren already poised at position A, I boogie up the stairs and take up a station just down from him…then I discover that perhaps I always had Position A! More late on Monday afternoon.
Kew Gardens…not to be mistaken queue gardens or even cue gardens. As you can see its all about learning to read around our house at the moment. Thah-oww Toe…no buddy its ‘to’. Should I be heartened when he says “but Daddy, there’s not two ‘o’s after the t” — thing is, he’s got a point.
But this has nothing to do with Renuka and Chris. At least not that I’m aware of. It was my first time in Kew Gardens. Both as a photographer and as a person. Seeing just the edge of it convinces me I need to make the effort and get there as a day out. The wedding took place at Cambridge Cottage which is just on the edge of the garden boundary. A nifty little location sandwiched between the ends of the M3 and M4. I like locations with travel options. Renuka was…well, words cannot describe that dress. OK…cappuccino describes it, at least the colour, but you need to see it. In fact its only just below. So much texture. Should I be so excited? Chris on the other hand. We can simply refer to him as Darren’s long lost brother. In fact, more than one guest accused Darren and Chris of being related. Fair do.
It was an all in one location, with the ceremony and reception all taking place at Cambridge Cottage. We did have a hiatus in the Prince of Wales Conservatory for some additional drinks and a cake cutting in a most spectacular location before returning back to the cottage for grooving. All in all a swell couple who were happy to have us there. We were happy to be there too!
Wow … what a dress! In case you too are quizzed on the colour…the answer is Cappuccino
Well placed for a late night snack!
Meet Rahul…Renuka’s rather dashing brother
Don’t take it personally that the first image of the bride includes only half a face… :)
From the Salty Dog’s book of nautical knots
FOB – a measured and thoughtful man
Here’s comes the Bride…literally
More precision than a Rooney strike…and seeming more successful too
Dad…still thinking
Right place…right time
It’s a family tradition..apparently
Quite relaxed…considering
Tunnel of love
I love how Chris leans around his step-Dad to see Renuka. I don’t mind getting blocked for that!
Proud Momma
I might be wearing tights and a cape…but I ain’t flyin’
Help is out there for folks with drinking problems
reflectorama
White space
Shake it for a polaroid picture
flower power
I love this guy…he always had a smile on
As they say in SW19…surely you can’t be serious!
Do not adjust your sets
Rahul wanted to know more about OCF…now he does
Flight 815, now departing for the Swan
He’s a married man you know
And now a few from Monsieur Darren
Bullet points — not a bad way to go
Coach and horses or The Bates Motel
Shalom! That’s about the extend of my Hebrew. Luckily for me most folks in Israel speak English. Strangely a lot of them speak American English as well. So I fit right in. Yes, this is Emma and Effi’s Tel Aviv wedding. I had never shot a ‘destination’ wedding before. I suppose I’ve been to Scotland and Wales but as neither require a passport I didn’t really see it as international. Leave it to me to not go in with a half hearted effort instead traveling 5 hours by plane to the Middle East for my first attempt. What an attempt it was as well. If only someone could have sneaked a few shots of me unaware. There were times when my mouth was just wide open in amazement. Things like overlooking the skyline of Tel Aviv and the Mediterranean sea. Wandering through Old Jaffa – a most amazing and historical religious and cultural location. Working along side two other photographers plus two videographers. Watching the videographer physically move the Rabbi and the Rabbi just went with it (if only my Vicar this coming Saturday could have seen that). The whole experience…the light, the heat, the Israeli way of doing things. All of it was just amazing.
If nothing else I now have a new catch phrase…a mantra if you will. Later in the evening I was speaking to the videographer who moved the Rabbi. I teased them about how in England they would have been removed from the premises (at least at a CofE wedding). He said ‘in Israel we have saying…if the Rabbi is in the way, its time to move the Rabbi’. Magic. Can’t wait to use that one.
For my part it all just went too quickly. In a flash it was over. I met some great people and have been swapping emails with Ronen from TLV. I need to extend a warm thank you to Emma and Effi for having me along to a most amazing experience. Perhaps I should extend a special thanks to Effi…who was, at first, dubious but soon realised I wanted only the best for him. Now we’re like long lost brothers :) Everyone made me feel so welcome!
I would buy light like this if I could!
I was bricking it for this. If those shoes fell they would not have been retrievable! I was shaking by the end of it!
Me to the left of me, sea to the right, here I am stuck on the balcony with you
TLV!
Shortly after mum showed me the lemon pucker! Take that as you will!
Remarkably…completely unposed.
Had to work that in…surely
It became clear that this would be no ordinary wedding for me
Loo-loo
Ronen.. (one of) my Israeli counterparts..and fabulous photographer
Old Jaffa and the Mediterranean Sea — with a little help from Asif who is holding a reflector!
Here you might feel lucky to get a seat outside…but not if you don’t like it at 34C
Effi’s Mum
I know you’ve seen it before…but I still love it
Grandad (in Effi’s words) fought cancer to be there — magic!
This is NO great shot…but it was just to give you a context
Groom-Rabbi Quality Time
This takes walking down the aisle to a whole new level
The best ring shot I’ve ever got…but with 5 ‘media’ people someone was bound to be in the way — I suppose on the flip side I’m on the other side of his lens as well
Time to shoot the Rabbi
Effi prepares to smash a hot dog from Yankee stadium…oh wait…no…its a glass
Through all the commotion, hugs and celebrations, one thing stays constant
Even the (moved) Rabbi is loving it
Time for a little walking tour of Jaffa…sadly with the ceremony starting late we had to do this ASAP
By the end of it I was playing the “I know you from the EasyJet flight” game!
Shay givin’ a speech (daft football double entendre)
Look hard…its (or rather he) is there
Hey look…its my favourite videographer..AGAIN!
Four weddings over eight days….no funeral thankfully. Toss in international travel, 9 different locations, 2 countries and a budget airline and you’ve got my week in one. Contrast Tuesday’s 36degrees with Saturday’s 14. Its a pirates life for me.
That being said, let’s cast the net back to Saturday the 12th of June. A time before the painful reality that our footie team simply blows. Before a dribbled ball defined the state of a nations footballing prowess and a manager who took a team with the highest scoring recording in all of Europe winning 9 of 11 qualifying games was reviled. Actually the folks I feel most for are Kelley and Ben who embraced the USA v England game, providing a big screen in the expectation that a solid England win would help propel an evening of jolly. I’m sure the jolly was still there (I wasn’t) but I imagine that the bar probably was required to spur it along.
To Kelley and Ben…thanks for having us there. For making us feel welcome and allowing us to do the things we know to do. Apologies for the delay in getting the blog up and going but take heart in the fact you were the first ‘Just One Too’.
Cheeky chappy – Kelley and Ben’s oldest
Window dressing…literally
Mind yer ed
Very studious
What a pane (geddit)
How much does Ben look like Heath Ledger in this photo? — The first of our Dopplegangers
Four poster
The little’n
Well there you go. One of only a handful of images allowed in the church. I think every CoE vicar should see a Jewish wedding in Israel. I watched the video man physically move the Rabbi and the Rabbi just accepted it. Move on Vicars!
Our second doppleganger — Jack Dee!
Backseat lurve
My Just One (well, one of two)
Bye bye Ms American Pie, Green dropped the ball and he was left out to dry
Hook House Hotel in all is English summer glory
There is but ONE thing that could make this image better!
Bingo!
She said “I’ll do anything…just don’t ask me to smoulder” – Damn!
Here is half of Ben…luckily Kelley completes him (groan!)
Got road, will shoot
6-Nill…I’m telling ya!
And a Few From Darren
Father, Son
Not Royal Ascot
Great shot Darren…just flipping fabulous!
Raise your hand if you’re NOT wearing pants
Sister act
Smashing stuff Darren! Really!!!
I don’t do sneak (or as I call it Sneek…gotta be different man) peeks. But on a laptop in a hotel is no place to blog. Is the colour right? God knows. So in light of that let’s push Just One out a bit!
Hottie on the balcony…oh, and Emma ain’t bad either. It was 32 degrees you know!
The local (and really great) photographer…got the requisite group shot. Cue different group shot
Effi, his Brother and the Planner (Abi) wait for the Rabbi to sort it
Shalom!
