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…
A hive of friends and family toiled away through the morning and early afternoon to bring together decor and structure that atop the setting of rural idyll would create the stage for the day. It was one of those times when I felt drawn to want to lend a helping hand myself but had to remind myself that documenting it all, documenting their contribution, was key to my role in being there. I’ve learnt to quickly brush off any sense of guilt in such circumstances :~) No doubt I’d feel an awful lot more guilty if I came away with a sense of hard work well done but no photographs to show for it!
I was continuously impressed by just how organised everyone seemed to be; with a myriad of tasks to get right, and myriad more upon those, everything was put into place with precision and perfect timing. I commented upon and complimented members of the party, at various points, on their industry and how everyone seemed to know exactly what to do. Each time, I was told, “We’ve been given very clear instructions” :~)
Ange’s Wedsheet™. I had indeed received a copy in advance of the wedding. It really was a work of art in its own way; work of art meets organisational science. I do encounter quite a few spreadsheet aficionados on my travels. Often-times they admit to their Excel based organisational proclivity in a bashful manner but Ange was rightfully, openly proud of her wedding spreadsheet, her Wedsheet. If she added an interactive interface to it, she could probably sell it widely. It certainly did do wonders on the day, of course when deployed by an industrious hive of helpers :~)
Thirsty work :~)
Guests had the opportunity to camp on-site, and a good many made the most of that opportunity.
Being surrounded by farmland it’s surprising, in retrospect, that there were no tractors to be found for me to add to that ongoing meme in my work. I consider a solid metal sewing-machine a rare equal to a tractor though. This now makes two to my photographic collection. The last one I’d spotted, as it happens, was during morning preparations for the Brecon Beacons wedding that I’d photographed the day before I first met Ange & Jim. Don’t mind me…
Jim’s mum said that it all reminded her of the getting him ready for his first day at school :~)
Cos the thoughts that happen in your head really do only happen one time around,
Unless you think the Lego Movie is profound …
… you know we are builders of our own destiny,
You have to grasp the moments screaming out: ‘That’s right for me!’
And understand continual loving gives you space – opens up the gate, a door you walk through where the world begins anew.
Cos here today – this! This is what is real, all this good …. stuff!!! This is what we need to feel.
A celebration that tastes sweeter than ANY candy,
The next chapter in the story of our amazingly splendid, simply beautiful Jimangi.
I found myself riveted by Sarah’s rendition of a poem that she’d written for Ange & Jim’s wedding, delivered in a beat-poetry style evocative of modern practitioners such as MC Disraeli. I asked her if she had a Web site that I could link to, featuring some of her works and performances. She told me it was the first time that she’d done such a thing. Surprised by that, I was…
Et voila! :~)
I think Jim might have been instinctively getting down into scrum formation…
In between flurries of photographing human activity in drawing all the final touches together, I’d spent a good proportion of the morning and early afternoon (quite likely a couple of hours in total) photographing an abundance of decoration that Ange had either made or sourced and integrated into the design for the day; a substantial body-of-work of thoughtfulness and passion. I was glad to have had the time to do it all as much justice as possible in the documenting.
It might have rained a little come to think of it, not when it mattered particularly though and that’s what marquees are great for.
Best man Po’s speech lingers in my mind as having been a hefty slice of surreal comic genius, fantastically well delivered.
Ange & Jim had prepared an additional set of vows to share with each other privately (so I put on a long lens and stayed out of earshot :~).
Brilliant! All of it. Beginning to end (whenever it did end as it certainly went on deeper into the night than my head could carry me :~) Hearty congratulations Ange & Jim and a very big thank you for having me along to witness this stage of your life’s adventure. The experience was an enthusing and invigorating one!
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