I imagine an artist’s palette daubed with splashes and whirls of paint, spreads of white and spreads of black, an expanse of blue; green, greens, multifarious hues of green, dotted and striated and folded one into another and through and into colours other. Ochre, yellows, browns, oranges and reds; colours of the sky, colours of the sea, colours of the land and that which lays beneath. Then I picture Iceland and I see an artist’s palette; an artist’s palette on a grand, grand scale. Further, I picture Nichola & Marcus, she wearing a gown of snow and he wearing a suit of black volcanic ash and I see them smile like the sky and roar with laughter like the sea breaking on the shore, in their element, part of the elements.
We went somewhere really quite magical, they to make married and I, with my daughter, to see and tell as best we possibly might, all.
I’d known Nichola for a good number of years. Once upon a time she had been a student of mine and in her final year of studies, she asked if she might assist me on a wedding shoot. We worked together on two weddings, ultimately, and her work was fantastic, her way with people equally so. After graduating she worked as an animator in the realm of children’s television for several months, her own business as a wedding photographer quickly sky-rocketing so she moved full time into that realm. Something of a human dynamo, effervescent in nature with a capacity for deep reflection, Nichola has always been great to work with, now to work for, to share an adventure with. I didn’t meet Marcus himself until we were all in Iceland at the same time, though I recognised him well from all the photographs that Nichola had taken of him, or had taken with the two of them featured side by side. He had proposed to Nichola in Iceland a year before their return to the country to marry. I saw photographs and video of the proposal and their surrounding travels which had triggered in me a compulsion to visit the place myself. I found Marcus unshakeably likeable from the off, someone of discernible inner substance with a markedly healthy appreciation of others, someone that I sensed strongly wanted to do good. I enjoyed every moment of observing and photographing the path he and Nichola shared on this particular leg of their journey together.
Surrounding, underscoring, indeed permeating the wedding itself, Iceland left a profound mark on me. I’ve reflected in more depth on my reactions to the place in a separate blog post. I’ll be back to absorb its environment yet more. I photographed the wedding with my daughter, Amelia, and was so impressed with the work that she produced, I gave her a blog post of her own. This is my take on the story of Nichola & Marcus’s Icelandic wedding… View full post »