I’ll be honest, I don’t photograph many weddings. Mostly because the huge workload was pretty intense with a full-time job. [3+ hours preparing & meeting with the couple. 8+ hours on the day. Then lots of hours spent editing afterwards].
Don’t get me wrong though. I love a good wedding.
I love the fact that it’s the one time you can invite everyone you love and expect them to try their hardest to be there for you and share that day.
I love the dresses, the man-fashion, the flowers.
I love the crafty details that people spent hours creating (always finished at the last minute, no matter how much time you have when you begin!).
I love the look on the groom’s face when he first sees his gorgeous bride walking down the aisle/through the trees/along the beach towards him.
I love the personal touches in the ceremony – the music chosen to represent special memories, the promises people make to each other, the rituals within the ceremony that express the love and commitment they are promising.
I love the dancing and singing and heart-warming laughter as old and new friends celebrate the love of the two people who have brought everyone together for that day.
Oh, and how I love the speeches. The ones written & agonised over weeks or months beforehand, the ones written the morning of the wedding (yes, I’m thinking of you, my darling husband) and the ones made up on the spur of the moment.
And, boy do I cry. I don’t believe there has been a wedding I’ve attended, either as a guest or as a photographer, that I haven’t shed a tear or two. I could barely talk through my tears during the ceremony at my own wedding.
I’m a sucker for romance.
So, last year I had the pleasure of capturing the special times of a very special day for a couple I’ve known for a few years. No-one who has met them could argue that they are not absolutely p-e-r-f-e-c-t for each other.
The location was Hobart. The day was predicted to be 15 degrees, and raining. There were reports of freak tornadoes in the nearby hills around mid-morning (in Hobart! What’s with that?!). I was prepared for the worst.
When I arrived at the hotel where the girls were getting ready, Clair, the bride, grinned at me through the rain and I knew immediately that to her, whether it was tornadoes or torrential rain, it just didn’t matter. Today she was marrying Mitch, the love of her life, and anything else was a sweet, sweet bonus.
Come 4pm, the rain stopped just in time for Clair to walk down to the conservatory. It rained again during the ceremony which made little difference in that stunning venue. And then, there was sunshine, just in time for the photos afterwards.
We couldn’t have planned it any better.
What a joy for me to share in this day, and to capture so many wonderful memories for Clair & Mitch to look back on and remind themselves of the love they have promised each other, and the love that was emanating from their family & friends. Ah, bliss.
Enjoy this slideshow of images from their day…and if I do photograph a wedding for you someday, I promise that my tears won’t interfere with your photos!
Ceremony: The conservatory at the Royal Tasmanian Botanical Gardens.
Reception: Signal Station Brasserie, Mount Nelson.
Dress: An altered family wedding dress from the 70′s. Gorgeous isn’t it?
Suit: A pre-loved, perfectly fitting bargain.
Bouquet: Lovingly hand-made by a friend, from succulents Clair & Mitch had lovingly grown.
All the other details: Hand-crafted by Mitch, Clair & friends.