A personal celebration
It seems a bit odd posting these photographs after today’s news, but I still believe that Marrakech is a safe destination. The first photograph here was taken ten days ago, in the mirror of the Argana Cafe, where today’s bomb went off, and shows my godson and myself. I’d take him back tomorrow without a second thought.
Anyway, earlier this year I had a “birthday-with-a-nought-on-the-end” and decided to celebrate last week in Marrakech with all the friends and family who could make it over there.
The first two photographs are by me, and the rest are by Charlotte Hailstone, Tom Kidd and Brian Harris.
My favourite 20 photos of 2010
These are actually my favourite expressions from last year’s wedding photography. My photography is all about seeing the moment and capturing it – whether it’s the bride’s father’s nervousnous, a Gay Gordons heading for impact, the delight in a couple eyes, or the happiness expressed by their guests.
A village fete
My cousin Tom and his family only live 40 minutes away from where James and Twanette’s wedding concluded so I headed over to visit them once I had finished working.
When I’d rung them to ask if I could stay, Tom’s wife Caroline said ‘Of course you can, but you can’t leave until after the village fete on Sunday.’ Little did I know what I was letting myself in for! I spent four hours on Sunday morning looking after 4 year old George and six year old Doug. Then at noon we headed to the village green for the fete. As the boys met their friends and headed off, Caroline (who was one of the organisers) asked me to help out behind the bar in the beer tent. There I remained, for six hours!
The only photos I took were from the beer tent, of Caroline in the egg catching/throwing contest…..
PS: Interesting trivia: According to Wikipedia, my cousin’s children are my first cousins once removed.
Three days of Christmas
My huge family Christmas (in Norfolk) started on Christmas Eve, with my cousin Tom producing some enormous flying lanterns which we launched into the night sky. From then on, tradition followed: charades, excited children opening presents, a huge Christmas lunch, falling asleep on the sofa in front of the TV…..
On Boxing Day we headed to the coast, where at long last (for some!) there was a mobile phone signal!
