A huge part of the reason that 2009 will rest in my memory as A Very Good Year (Maybe Our Best So Far) is work. Work has been ridiculous this year, ridiculous in an amazing IcantbelieveIgetpaidtodothis kind of way.
We have travelled a silly number of miles to some stupidly beautiful places and met some of the funniest and sweetest people ever (we've met some crazy people too, but that's a discussion for a whole other blog. A blog that my husband won't let me write). We seriously did not expect the whole wedding photography gig to be this much fun or offer us this many opportunities. It was just supposed to pay our bills. Which it has done, which is nice, which is partly why it's been a good year.
But dude! We've been to France! And we've been to Wiltshire (where the sun shines and there are lions and tigers and wolves! Oh my!). We've photographed Scottish weddings and English weddings French weddings and Australian weddings in Scotland.
We've been invited into peoples homes, invited into their lives, invited to their wedding tables to share puddings with them and their tiny collection of guests. We've been witnesses for couples who eloped to cliff tops and we've driven home from receptions listening to our own wedding playlist, smiling silently and holding hands, marvelling at the capacity for friends and families and couples to love and share and celebrate.
It's been a good year.
See Lillian and Leonard's complete year in photos here. There is some surprisingly good shit.
All photos by me and husband, aka Lillian and Leonard Wedding Photography.
Available to travel. Expecially if there are lions involved. Or pudding.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
I'm not sure what I was doing in November but I definitely wasn't taking pictures. I think I was dreaming (I'm usually dreaming) and I think I was planning and plotting and wishing for a little shop of my own. A real one, made from bricks and windows and wooden floors, filled by uniquities made by hand, with love. I pressed my nose up against shutters, gazed at phone numbers on 'to let' signs and whispered my dreams to my husband in those quiet moments before the pictures roll. Dreams of flying high.
(do you love my birdy? Isn't she plump and pretty and beautiful? Doesn't she fly so high? She was made by Flora May of Through the Round Window and sent to me in the summer. I'm a little in love with her red baby valentines bird...)
Thursday, January 21, 2010
September. September was all about the food. The bread and the pastry and the plums and the chocolate and brocollo and the cinnamon and the nutmeg and the cardamom. It was about creation that looked like destruction and progress that looked like demolition and discoveries of Edwardian treasures brutalised and covered up and hidden away. It was about peeling back and starting afresh. About lunches by the river and friendships starting over. It was about vintage cashmere and maple syrup. It was about life and living. It was September.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
g. julyCamping, cake, boats and noses. Water, wishes, summer. Summer in the city with coffee and cupcakes and lazy afternoons in cafes and parks. Summer in the country with trees and hammocks and squirrels red.I'm sorry for my sudden absence, I have spent the last week bed resting due to physical badness. But now I am almost all better and almost all back. Almost. Things might be a little slow for a little while but one day soon we will be back to posts that are (shhhh sayitveryquietly) regular.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
And then it was summer and the circus came to town. Love affairs were started, heads fell over heels for goats with floppy ears, pancakes with crispy edges and tiny antique cups filled with the blackest coffee ever seen. Birthdays were had and birthdays were celebrated with asparagus and moldy cheese and it was summer.