I’ve had a look at these images quite a few times now, managed to drink two cups of coffee trying to think what to write. I have writer’s block again. It’s late again, and I’m trying to string together something coherent about the whirlwind of emotions that today/yesterday has been. So I put the kettle on again, the mad fluffy black cat sliding past, completely ignoring me. The fridge is humming, the night time drama of insects and rain is playing in the background. This blog post is not writing itself, for some reason every week I kind of hope that it would, but it never does. So it’s getting later. I must start typing.
I love jewish weddings, I love the cultural aspects of it, the ancient rituals of the bedeken and the signing of the ketubah. I’m biased. I know. But somehow photographically the images seem to resonate for me. Most moments in a wedding do resonate for me. There is a deep sense of emotion when a father walks down the aisle with his daughter – I mean which father doesn’t dream of walking his daughter down the aisle one day? The look on the groom’s face when he sees his bride for the first time, the nervous tick that most grooms seem to pick up after the ceremony , you know the one where they spend the rest of the afternoon fiddling with their wedding ring. I love those moments, just those raw emotions, and of course all the other in-between moments, the subtle glances and hands clutching at each other. The guests congratulating the couple, the kids overdosed on sugar and excitement, flowergirls taking their roles very seriously. We try capture those moments. People always say that you have nothing after the wedding but the photos, I think you have a lot of memories, memories that photos sometimes help you remember, but I suspect that most grooms will never forget the moment they saw their brides for the first time.
For me, this wedding was full of those genuine moments. Sure, yes, we did try to get Gary to stop smiling, no, we didn’t succeed, yes, we took some killer bee pics at Avianto in the lavender fields, in a bit of veld at the bottom, inside the village (but far away from the bicycle), but really these were far outweighed by just how much genuine emotion the day held. So now it’s hours later, I’m pretty exhausted, the kettle has switched itself off a while back, I’m not sure I have another cup of coffee in me.
More moments from Shannon and Gary’s Avianto Wedding can be seen on our facebook page, maybe even pics from their rocking horas.
More moments from Shannon and Gary’s Avianto Wedding can be seen on our facebook page, go ahead and tag yourself.