Loving the clear winter sky’s recently! Snapped this beauty at Queen Elizabeth Country Park in Horndean earlier this week.
During my thoughts and explorations on the subject of Life and Death I have often thought of hospitals and the role they of course play. Every day people breath their last breath while someone else somewhere is breathing their first.
Over four years ago on the death of my grandmother I couldn’t help but visualise what a beautiful image that scene would have made. The lights were off, only the soft natural light of the evening coming through the window was present. She was laying in the same position I had visited her in only 30 minutes before when she was still alive and had made eye contact with me.
What a beautiful photograph this scene would have made, I didn’t capture it through the knowledge that it would get a mixed response from family members. This lead to the time surrounding the arrival of our new daughter, an empty single room in the hospital was just asking to be photographed, so I did. The interesting thing being that this particular room was in the same part of the hospital that my grandmother had passed away in and a similar position only three floors lower.
The revolving door of life sees time begin and time end, often only meters apart from each other.
There is another element to this story as our new daughter bares the name of my late grandmother ‘Alice’, a deliberate tribute to a strong, very wise and sorely missed women (pictured below meeting my eldest daughter Cleo 7 years ago).
Anyone who has witnessed or experienced child birth will know the toll it can take on the female body. Examples are different but either way it can be a tough but beautiful time. Having witnessed two childbirths I can quite safely say that Women are Heroes. They so often go through the mill for their new family additions and I am humbled to have been a witness so far.
Below is another image of skin to skin contact between my daughter and Holly.
My second wedding of the year came in the shape of Bret and Liz and was a whole host of fun including; confetti cannons, zip wire skittles, orange shoes and a beautiful VW Camper van. Being fans of my style and approach to photography, Bret and Liz specifically requested a larger amount of ‘reportage’ shots as opposed to staged shots. This is probably one of my favourite ways to photograph people, catching someone mid-laugh provides a genuine smile or a relaxed composure due to being unaware that they’re being photographed.
As photographers we are professional observers of happenings and we have the important job to capture it. Using our images, people look at them and have the sensation of remembrance that they were there.
May Bank Holiday weekend saw the return of my wedding season with the marriage of Tina and Wayne. A church wedding held at the John Pounds Unitarian Church in Old Portsmouth, Hampshire, England.
I always try and look at a wedding from a different perspective, I’m not just a photographer but a thinker on photography and what the photographic image means. The bride was preparing for her big day in the house she had grown up in and so when it came to leave one of the neighbours came out excitedly to see her off. This image made me think about how this now elderly couple had known Tina and her brother since they were babies and the connection between them is a lifelong one that has seen many changes along the way.
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