Sandra and Stephen at Forum Homini
When I was born, my parents planted a tree in Israel, I still have the certificate somewhere. Planting trees to commemorate special events is ingrained in my family mythology. Its just one of those things that resonate with me. On Saturday, Sandra and Stephen planted a seed at their ceremony, and I don’t mean that in the wishy-washy-poetry-writing-I’m-batting-for-Jesh-de-Rox’s-team metaphorical sense, but an actual seed. They also gave each of their guests a Hessian bag with soil, seeds and instructions on how to plant an indigenous South African tree. V and I, two natural born non-gardeners, planted ours this morning.
I’ve been trying to search for a phrase to describe the actual wedding, and the only thing that springs to mind is understated elegance, but it isn’t exactly right and kind of misses out on the warmth and fun of the day. Probably why I take pics and don’t write speeches. The actual event was natural and personal, and classical and just right from the dress, to the location, to the neck pieces that the groom and groomsmen wore, to the food, to the music (I suspect that these guys were teenagers around the same time as me), to the people.
Thank you guys for trusting V and I with the photos, for clambering all over Letamo with us, dodging wildebeest and standing on ledges clearly marked no entry. It wouldn’t be a wedding in Africa unless a large wild animal made grunting noise and looked menacingly in your direction.
the sunflowers everywhere were just the perfect touch of color
I was recently visiting Mario Sales and he asked me if I’d ever consider shooting an entire wedding on film, probably not, but a couple of portraits on the Baldix with its creamy grain would be nice. Noise isn’t quite the same as grain.
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