Dorset Wedding Photographer : Becky & James : Part One

Becky & James have hearts big enough to sail across an ocean in and enough good humour to keep you entertained the entire way. The crew that accompanied them on their wedding day voyage were a hearty bunch too. It’s good to be amongst good people. I first met Becky & James two years ago, at Sue & Nigel’s wedding. Strictly speaking I didn’t actually meet them as such, on that occasion, so much as the lens of my camera did. James in particular. I’d been promised a highly expressive bunch of guests to practice my art on, on that beautiful September’s day. I certainly wasn’t disappointed. I never am.

Oh to have a time machine to revisit it all.

Therein the power of photographs…

There were certainly countless opportunities to capture people in full, effusive flow that day but when I spotted James, talking with a group of friends, I was transfixed. He was relating a story, it seemed, to those around him. I knew not what the story was, possibly because it was being delivered out of earshot from me, possibly because my brain had started to divert all of its cognitive processing capabilities from my sense of touch, smell, taste and indeed sound to my sense of sight. It needed all the powers of comprehension it could muster. It was as though Marcel Marceau had decided to concoct a recreation of a Godzilla movie…

I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you were… talking about? I do know that I want to thank you.


Thank you for being there. For being there for me. Okay I know strictly speaking you were there for Sue & Nigel but so was I, we both were, and this was the result. I think they’ll be happy :~)

This high-octane mime (indeed accompanied by spoken words that I couldn’t hear – it turns out by the way that having returned with Becky from Australia, for Sue & Nigel’s wedding, James was relating an encounter he’d had down under with a… a spider I think, or maybe a snake, perhaps a crocodile or an Australian fast bowler. Anyway…) This high-octane mime seemed to go on, and on, and on. I was convinced James must have become aware that I was photographing him but when I asked, close on two years later, he insisted that he hadn’t been aware of my presence at all. My impersonation of a Billabong Tree is near perfect, the ultimate disguise.

So I blogged that wedding, including an extensive sequence of shots of James in full theatrical flow (after quite a bit of internalised, “Do I or don’t I?” with regards to making such a bold visual passage of this phenomena) and very soon afterwards an email arrived in my inbox from Becky. I opened it with great trepidation. I was fully expecting notice of a court order. Instead the email revealed that Becky & James had got engaged and were enquiring about my services as a wedding photographer.

Delight!

I have an especial fondness for photographing the weddings of people that were guests at previous weddings I have photographed. I know that not only do the clients appreciate the style of imagery I produce (which can be ascertained through these pages, without ever having met me in person) but also that they have seen how I go about my work (or indeed not seen at all); I’m a known quantity from the outset and that adds even more to the level of trust invested in me which in turn makes the process a more easy-going one again. Also, based on the principle that birds of a feather flock together, having had enormous fun at the earlier wedding I know I’m going to enjoy a similar quality of experience yet again. And that is exactly what I got, in spending the day witnessing all that Becky & James did and immersing myself amongst their fine friends and families.

It was a calm start to the day at Becky’s family home…

I have a particular fondness for capturing images of men struggling with their buttonhole flowers on wedding days. I’m able to temper any guilt I might harbour in finding the sight hilarious with the knowledge that my empathy with their plight is deep rooted and genuine. Then you come across men, such as Tony, that are far more worldly wise and realise from the off that the easiest way to apply an unfamiliar floral accoutrement to your jacket is to do so when you’re not actually wearing it on your back. So no humorous struggle to portray in this instance, just a fine example of practical ingenuity…

In the blink of an eye, to James’s hotel…

I started to develop a vague sense of deja vu…

Thence on to Parley Manor, our setting for the wedding story…

A veritable dynamo of happiness.

Is it a bird? Is it a ‘plane? Is it a low-flying Australian fast bowler? James & Becky’s wedding seemed to attract a great deal of aerial attention…

V.I.P. That is to say, Very Important Photograph (all guests being important, of course). I have a photograph of my mother, stood on a beach, holding my sister’s hand. In that photograph she’s carrying me; not in the other hand but in the sense of carrying portrayed in the photograph below. It’s a photograph that all these years later, I value enormously. Photographs like this are very, very important. The wedding photographs are very, very important too, of course :~)…

I climbed up onto the roof of Parley Manor for a better look at everything. A crowd gathered to see what I was up to. I sang a song for them*…

*didn’t really.

I’m getting hungry (at the point of writing, though it also ties in perfectly with our narrative’s progress) so to dinner we go >>

Contact Dorset Wedding Photographer Phillip Allen : phill@misterphill.com : 07870 696248