I love Mother Nature and her ability to softly blend colours. Intense lush greens, rough to smooth browns and endless pops and splashes of colour from all through the spectrum — effortlessly providing the perfect backdrop to a flower of yellow, red and orange – which culminates in tips of regal purple. Only in Mother Natures garden does this just appear so … effortlessly. Like an artist standing in a room and painting from a soul that only knows passion and beauty. THEN – she adds the fragrance… if only I could photograph the fragrance… magic.
It was only while going through my photo files that I realised how many pictures I’ve taken of childrens hands and feet. There is something about their chubby innocence. Like the hands and fingers haven’t had the opportunity to be tainted by the dirt and crud of the world. Their little feet with their This Little Pig toes have been too busy, learning the art of balance and motion to be lined and stained by hard paths walked.
Everything about them is beautiful and fresh.
The simplest action of picking something up or reaching out is mesmorising and as a rule engenders gasps of awe and pleasure from family and friends in the immediate vicinity.
We need to learn to keep that pleasure – when the hands lose their baby fat, the feet start to show the lines and scars from rocks and stones on the paths walked through life – because those hands and feet – they will continue to reach out and they will continue to walk – hopefully it’s towards you.
While shooting a myriad of photo’s of a friends beautiful daughter I kept finding myself coming back to one that wasn’t technically perfect. Was it Maddy’s beautiful face? Her cheeky smile or was it the essence of a moment of fun caught in her eyes? To me the motion blur adds to this whole look. Proving that it was on the fly and just a very natural moment caught on camera.
In spite of all the planning, the lists, the check lists, the check check lists … weddings are usually a hectic day. A series of appointments, requirements and countless conversations with guests. Over and above all the hub bub and gaiety are the photographs – the professional photographer – the guests and their cameras – and these days even the Bride and Groom with the ever present camera phones. I love weddings – I love the preparation, I love the hustle and bustle and I really love when you find those hidden moments – the few minutes of calm in the storm. In March I was attending a wedding of an old, revered friend. The Groom. I loved watching that ceremony – formally announcing to all friends and loved ones that he had chosen his partner to stand beside him for the rest of his life. Even better – I couldn’t have found a better woman for him to choose. This particular photo was taken in one of those few minutes of serenity – between the signing of the marriage certificate and rushing off to get professional photo’s done and begin the reception.
Even in just a picture of their hands I think you can actually see that small *sigh* of relief that it was ‘done’ – they were together.
Africa – land of contrasts. Wealth, poverty. Green grass and Desert. Hope and despair.
The golden sunsets that lit up the sky were intense. The colours so strong that at times it almost painful for your eyes to take them in… indeed it almost hurt your soul to experience it. You would stand in complete awe at the display of beauty rolled out every afternoon in a land that held a multitude of hardship and ugly. Contrasts…