All these words, all these words on these pages; all these words come from my head. Actually I was taught all of these words by other people, down the years; all credit to those people. The choice of combination of all of these words though, the context in which they come forth; all from my head. Imagine, if you like, a Newton’s Cradle meets a Bagatelle table. And a keyboard. Anyway, when somebody has read a portion of my words and still proceeds with booking me, I know I’m on to a good thing, job-satisfaction wise (or maybe those that book me have just looked at the pictures) (actually, I know that many, most even, have come through the words intact :~). Getting through a ‘phone conversation with me and then booking, that’s something… again. I tend towards being prone to the discursive end of the spectrum in conversation. If I’m to be honest, I’m often more there than towards. I do always circle back somehow to the crux of the matter though. It’s much the way that I photograph an event, an occasion, a wedding let’s say because that’s what I tend to photograph the most. I always know what it’s all about but I find fascination in all of the things that it might not seem at first, on the surface, to be about. Somehow my mind latches on to those things as being important and it turns out that actually, they are; they are important, they do say something meaningful about that event, that occasion, that day. So all of these words, they come from my head, in response to the world I inhabit. The nature of my images, in a way, very much so too.
I had a really very enjoyable ‘phone conversation with Sophie, between her first emailed enquiry to me and her and Donald’s subsequent booking of my services. I’d never been to Norfolk before, where their wedding would take place, and was quite excited by the prospect of experiencing the place (and – note how I use parentheses in an attempt to corral my discursiveness – and a thoroughly enjoyable experience it was; I must admit that I’d not seen the North Sea up close before and it is something else again to behold, so different from the sea that I see from the Dorset coast – those that have seen it might hopefully know what I mean; the North Sea that is, or indeed both, for comparison – capable of being flat, edge to edge – we’re still back with the North Sea here – meeting the sky and the sky meeting it with no way of clearly telling where one form ends and the other commences. It’s as though one is observing the very edge of the world. It’s quite a journey from Dorset though, I swear more prolonged and arduous by way of travel than those commissions that take me out into mainland Europe, but well worth the effort). With ‘phone in one hand (we’re back to that telephone conversation again!) and laptop in… well on, my lap, I located their venue – Voewood House – on Google Maps, in satellite view (because it feels so much more real than looking at a mere outline map). As we chatted about wedding day plans I flew hither and yon across the landscape that would surround it all and a pattern emerged in front of me that met my naivety on the matter and really intrigued me. Norfolk was just so… Viking.
Kelling? Felbrigg? Letheringsett? Little Snoring and Great Snoring I’ll leave out of the mix though they did, funnily enough, catch my eye (and then on further research I discovered that etymologists consider ‘snore’ to be of imitative origin and that some of those etymologists refer to the Swedish, snarka, that is to say, snout). I’d always very much associated the historical assimilation of Scandinavian language into English place names and indeed dialects with the North East of the country but here I was, flying over Norfolk, in satellite view mode on Google Maps. Of course, the Vikings had also made it down to my end of the world, found Wareham on the Isle of Purbeck to their liking as a holiday home and had once gone shopping as far inland as Dorchester, and Norfolk still to this day has an awful lot of space about its character. Anyway, I’d particularly latched on to this phenomena as, at the point in time at which Sophie and I had found ourselves in conversation on the ‘phone, I had been avidly consuming episodes of Metro Goldwyn Mayer’s drama series, Vikings, on Netflix. I was really enjoying the series though I had, at first, found it very hard to empathise with the protagonists (an ability for which emotional connection I believe is key to the success of a drama) and had struggled with the first few episodes as it was all… well… it was all just take, take, take, frankly! And I was rather hoping that they would, well, give something back perhaps? And I might have been relating all of this to Sophie, as we chatted; in fact I’m quite certain that I was. And she and Donald proceeded to booking me. And… job-satisfaction :~) And this is the story of their wedding day… View full post »