My plan was simple and cunning in it’s minimalism. I was going to consume copious amounts of caffeine between sunset and the time I started the three hour journey back home from Chrissiesmeer.
I may have executed the plan a little too well, because now it’s four in the morning and I’m still wired to the gills from all the coffee. I have resigned myself to not sleeping tonight. Instead I am backing up and editing the photos.
Some killer bee images from what I like to call the blue hour. That’s the hour after the golden hour that wedding photographers rave about. I like the blue hour. The light is soft, even and very very moody. It’s also a pain to photograph if you aren’t comfortable with low light situations.
an ad just popped up on my screen for green tea latte which apparently increases concentration – the last thing I need now is more ‘concentration’
BTW in case you were wondering, yes, like most of my clients Katie did warn me that she always looks terrible in photos. I thought she looked incredible. Leon who has the deadliest accent I’ve ever heard was also looking pretty sharp.
PS if you’re a hopeless romantic, you may want to read up on the Scottish grave at Chrissiesmeer.