I start getting ready for tomorrows wedding in about 6 hours. I’ll set the photo booth up on the Sugar Wharf around 8am and then go straight to the house where the bride and groom are getting ready. It’s a mansion that overlooks the ocean and low isle from the top of the hill in Port Douglas. I’ll be with the group all day and most of the night until we say our goodbyes at around midnight, I should be home by around 1am Tuesday morning. It’ll be a long day.
I met with them today for the first time and I know it’ll be great. She is calm and lovely and he reminds me of my older brothers friend who is the honorary fifth brother to our four brother sisterless family. All happy and animated I already know that he’ll be a great groom.
I was in bed. But this has been on my mind for about six months now and tonight it’s gotten the better of me.
There is an image I took at a wedding in Daylesford Victoria that i’m in love with but it’s not really about the picture. I never processed it or delivered it to the client, but I remember being there and taking it so clearly. I remember how calm I felt when I found it, so obvious. A “This is what it’s all about” zen kinda moment. I looked at it on the back of the camera, again when I uploaded later that night but haven’t since. I think about it from time to time, and the feeling that I had and the way it makes me feel and how many times photography has given me that feeling before over the last 23 years. I know how it sounds. I’m a little cynical by nature, but then it is what it is. I feel very lucky and I find it fascinating.