Voewood House Wedding Photography : Sophie & Donald


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 taketaketake, 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 »

Suffolk Wedding Photography : Alex & Jules


Alex & Jules (or Jules & Alex, if we’re reading the opening image left to right, which readers of Roman based alphabets tend to do; if you’re a reader of another directional form, then they may indeed remain Alex & Jules, or top down, just the two of them). I might as well start again :~) Alex & Jules are ambassadors from another planet, a planet where everyone has learnt to fine tune their moral compass to confidently seek out all points, North, South, East and West and those in between, a planet where everyone has learnt simply to be downright decent to each other, a planet where studious thought is matched by laughter, by joie de vivre. They arrived on our shores back in… a little while back… I’m not absolutely certain; it’s all shrouded in mystery. Is any of this true, you might ask? Could they really be from another planet? I don’t know. It’s all shrouded in mystery. I’m certain though if there were such a planet and that planet did send ambassadors to live amongst us, then they’d be pretty similar characters.

Back in 2010, which isn’t the last century but might it now count as last decade, the ultimate year of? Back in 2010 I’d photographed Gabby & Gareth’s wedding day in a deep Dorset cove once the haunt of smugglers and that day and night the haunt of a truly, truly brilliant cast of characters. Alex & Jules had been guests at that wedding, though I’d not met them then in a conversational sense; I had done so briefly in a photographic manner as they swung each other around an ever so lively dance floor. When they contacted me some years later to ask if I might photograph their Suffolk wedding, I was delighted by the prescient knowledge that I’d really have a thoroughly lovely time of doing so because everyone at that prior wedding had been a downright delight to be amongst and everyone at this one would be, likewise.

Their wedding, in a manner, ran across three days. I think weddings need to last this long, really. The evening before, early-comers congregated for a pre-wedding catch-up in a Bury St. Edmunds wine bar, then the day of the wedding itself with celebrations taking place in the garden of Alex’s family home, then a gathering again the day after. This is the story of Alex & Jules’ wedding… days… View full post »

Black Mountains Wedding Photography : Sadie & Paul


There’s something, a really rather significant something, in a couple’s choice of location for their wedding day and the manner in which they choose to set the stage upon which their commitment is observed and the occasion is celebrated. Whilst amidst this setting I will find myself observing – with my eyes and with my ears – the actions and interactions of people, trying to encapsulate the social essence of the day and the spirit of those people that make it what it is, I will also be mindful of the fact that setting and decor can speak volumes about the inner spirit of the people at the very heart of it all. I travelled to the locale of Sadie & Paul’s wedding the evening before it would all take place and set about checking that my SatNav would take me to all the right places come the next day. On arrival at Great Campston, in the Black Mountains, I found Sadie & Paul and family members hard at work bringing together the finishing touches of a piece of magic; I felt as though I had walked onto the stage for a gathering of elven-folk, a yurt decked with fresh hops about its supporting poles, tables adorned with an abundance of fresh flowers grown in the garden of Sadie’s mum and dad – arranged by her mum that day – eclectically colourful papier-mâché animals roaming across each table with spirit breathed in to them by Sadie’s artistic temperament, a plethora of objects and items of decoration that sang together in harmony. A great deal of work, very hard work, the results of which resonated beautifully throughout the ensuing wedding day.

The yurt sat atop a hillside, a hillside that I could quite happily have spent a holiday perched upon, that I could quite happily have settled to live upon. Simple, powerful, environmental perfection. That environment, that decoration, reflected a great deal in the combined natures of Sadie & Paul and it gave me great pleasure to see all of that and to experience what they were as people.

I’d been lucky to meet them some months earlier, in the Midlands, stopping off from my journey back to Dorset from a wedding in North Yorkshire. They treated me to a lovely lunch and we took photographs in the rubble strewn extremities of a car park at the rear of the pub we’d met in. The photographs worked well. The setting for their wedding day made composition all the easier again :~) It was a real pleasure to leap from that stepping stone into the crystal waters of their wedding day and this is what I saw and what I experienced, this is the story of Sadie & Paul’s wedding day… View full post »

Windsor Wedding Photography : Katerina & Mark


There’s a lot to be said for job satisfaction and undoubtedly that’s something that I gain from the crafting of a good set of images and the relating of a resonant story but most potently of all, it comes about for me in spending time with people that I simply like, people that nurture my faith in the human race. I’ve always found that if someone, a stranger to start with, likes the manner in which I express myself in the images that I make, there’ll be a commonality in mode of thinking to be found that makes for a comfortable meeting of minds. I’ll meet the people that having found my work, having found that it was in tune with their appetite for the embodiment of their story, have gone on to commission me and I’ll find great liking for who they are and how they do things. I’ll see them in action throughout what is likely to be amongst the most positively charged and emotional days of their life, a day on which they can only be themselves, and I’ll like what I see. And I’ll learn more about them on that day than I had already learnt along the way, quite often in how others speak of them, very often in the form of speeches where the more elevated virtues of unassuming characters more fully come to light.

I found all of that in meeting Katerina & Mark, in immersing myself in their wedding day, in piecing together a story for them to look back on. Two ceremonies in one day, a civil one in Windsor Guildhall and a Jewish ceremony in the back garden of Katerina’s family home on Ham Island, under a Chuppah designed by a friend – these two observations of commitment joined together across the day by a procession through the streets of Windsor led by a New Orleans style jazz band and a boat cruise along the Thames – were followed by the party of parties and then quite something of a party again. I was left dazed and amused by it all.

So here, here where I find enormous satisfaction in my job, here is the story of Katerina & Mark’s wedding day… View full post »

Gloucestershire Wedding Photography : Ange & Jim


But when the winds of change do happen, they can open you to the fray, whip up a light inside of you, incite a riot, make you throw it all in the air – and STOP.
Listen. Hear someone’s words … and suddenly you’re making bets with yourself that all you need to survive is:

Sarah Rice – Ange & Jim’s friend.

Ange & Jim’s wedding was top to bottom and side to side a manifestation of passion, compassion and a genuine caring for people (and the love of a GOOD party, it must be said! :~), something that fed the soul and lingered on. I was lucky to have been able to spend a bit of time with the two, over two meetings across several months in the lead up to the day itself – first I dropped by at their Bristol home, on the way back to Dorset from a wedding in the Brecon Beacons (they make a fine cup of tea, and lay on a great slice of cake to boot); some time later they visited me in Dorset where we ate, talked and took photographs – so come their wedding day I felt as though I was rejoining an ongoing adventure and a significant pleasure it was to be back on board. Jim is a gent; Gentleman Jim a title I’d rather not purloin from the lore but if you like, that he is, more the habitué of rugby though than pugilism, I dare say. Ange is a brightly burning candle, a resonant soul and an energetic character. They both were a true delight to spend time with.

They married on ground that Jim had grown up on, under a tree in the family garden, and celebrated in that corner of Gloucestershire surrounded by fields and hedgerows and a wealth of family and friends that brought a national grid’s worth of energy to bear in the marking of it all.

This is the story of their day… View full post »