I wrote about the churchyards before but I can’t stop admiring their atmosphere every time I see one.
What I thought about this time is a difference in perception of a cemetery in the UK and in Russia.
In my country cemetery is a very sad place. People go there to grieve and you feel very heavy vibes. Taking a picture there would be unheard of.
In this country there are a lot of old cemeteries (probably the active ones are slightly different) that transformed into a park almost. People walk around, laugh and behave normally. There is no grief in the air. Your soul is light and at peace.
I believe this different perception of a graveyard represents a different attitude to death: some see it as the end, some see it as a new beginning, new existence.
I would like to think that there is a better life after death.
I definitely think Norwich had some potter-esque vibes about it. It must be strange for places that have suddenly faced a direct increase of tourism in the last 20 years or so directly because of things like Harry Potter (Edinburgh or Oxford colleges or filming locations in London). I think of my account and how I visit touristy places quite often. It’s easy to look at other tourists who litter or who fill the skyline with orange umbrellas leading the way or who go through “do not enter” passages and to tell yourself you aren’t part of the problem because you’re behaving correctly. But sometimes I don’t know if that’s really true as even if you try and be respectful you might be eroding a path or creating more traffic or unknowingly contributing to businesses that don’t benefit the locals at all but intimidate or annoy them. I’m sure it will be a while before I’m able to visit anywhere again on a day trip, but I don’t really know what the answer is- should I go off season or avoid peak times? Should I seek out sustainable/ local businesses to go to beforehand? A lot of the time we cite the economic benefits of tourism as an excuse for tolerating the damage we see it inflicting- especially in the case of the environmental impact. I like travelling and seeing new places but I suppose if I know that I’m harming them it takes away from the enjoyment of it...
If I had to pick one picture from all the weddings I’ve ever photographed that I think sums up me and my work this has to be the one.
I love every wedding and every shoot that I do, but there’s so much I’m not in control of on the day.
The weather, the lighting, the hair, the clothes, the flowers, the location... it’s my job to take what I see in front of me and turn it into beautiful memories.
Everything in this picture and everything behind this picture makes it feel so authentically me.
What you see:
The simple pose, just the two of them standing there talking and laughing.
The trees, rocks AND water, my three favourite things for a location.
The soft evening light just before the sun is gone for the day.
The imperfect focus from dicking around with my lens, because why not!!
The warm skin tone, the shades of grey in the dress and the deep inviting greens
What you don’t see:
How special this place is that the couple chose to share with me
How cold the weather was late November
The many different ways I tried to edit this before settling back to what I know and love
Then the fact the bride never imagined this dress but worked it all the same to make her grey dress dream almost a reality.
The nerves I had before hand having no idea what this place looked like only that it was so special to them
The laugh we had in a field full off angry sheep on the way down to this spot
The memories of a place I now take my husband for the best roast of our lives!!!
This picture, for me, is one of many that sum up why I do wedding photography... but it really reminds me of how I see myself as a photographer too.
I especially love the roses climbing up the side of this charming cotswold cottage. Stanton is one of my favorite villages. This was taken this day last year while with my parents. We had a wonderful lunch at The Mount Inn which has a stunning view overlooking the gorgeous countryside. Afterwards, we wandered around the village (and taking a million photos 😉).
My mom, my aunts and I could have been galavanting around the Cotswolds this week. Alas.. we are dreaming of it. Hopefully we can make up for it next year.