If human decency translated directly into physical height, Sarah & Tim would be ten foot tall apiece. That would have made them tricky to photograph. Thankfully their decency, spirit and generosity are simply conveyed through action.
Sarah was looking for a wedding photojournalist in Hampshire and surrounding areas when she found me on Google. Hoover. Biro. Ubiquity. Had Tim been doing the search, he’d have looked for something different in wedding photography. I’m happy Sarah was doing the searching then, though Tim’s sentiment is perfectly welcome too.
Their wedding day was something different, something special, something that very much conveyed that decency, spirit and generosity of theirs.
Tim built a marquee in their back garden for his and Sarah’s wedding day. From trees, with a Hessian roof, big enough to comfortably accommodate a hundred people. It rained heavily the night before the wedding, it was raining gently when I arrived, and the interior remained cosy and dry. Sarah spent two years buying bits and pieces for the big day from car boot sales. Together they grew the wedding flowers in their garden. It all looked a million dollars.
A modern, pragmatic, ecologically conscious couple, they certainly do their bit and all the suppliers for their wedding were sourced locally aside from myself, though I was within easy striking distance to travel there and back in a day across the M27 and up the A3, spending practically the full day there at that (so still local in a broader sense). Had I been a bit closer I had the notion that I’d have wanted to cycle.
Sarah wasn’t inclined to have bridal preparations photographed but was keen to have a record of friends and family preparing the site for celebrations. I do really wish that I lived closer by as I’d have loved to have documented the construction of that marquee from the foundations up. When I arrived it was just me, the chickens and the catering manager on site; no sign of any members of the bridal party. There were of course the scarecrows but I was rather hoping they wouldn’t move. A while later I stumbled across Sarah’s sister (also one of her bridesmaids), Karen, engaged in a spot of last minute dressing.
Without bridal preparations to document I was a little concerned by the notion there’d likely be no shoe safari to go on, so I sought out some alternative details to underscore the environment and speak of the people that inhabited it.
And so I left them, with 45 minutes remaining before the ceremony was due to start. Maybe a record was in the making. Thankfully I made it to the church in time for the ritual wrestling of the button-holes.
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