I’ve run out of weddings to blog about.
Coronavirus and all that.
I know lots of photographers are taking photos of toys getting married.
I’m not going to do that. I don’t really miss the pomp and ceremony of weddings.
Plus, I don’t think my kids would let me arrange their toys for long enough before they rearranged them into some sort of unicorn/ dinosaur story.
So I’d have to do it after their bedtime.
And that time is just too sacred to me, so I’m not doing it – I’d probably end up spilling my gin all over them.
And I don’t want to have to explain to my significant otter how the kids got drunk from licking their toys the next day.
I do miss weddings though.
I miss the love and joy they bring.
The interactions and emotions.
I like noticing funny things happening that no one else has seen, so I can photograph them and surprise the couple a month later.
I enjoy noticing how different people deal with such an emotionally charged event.
Spotting moments that are taken for granted, but that will become so precious in 30 years time.
But none of that is happening at the moment, so I don’t have any new photos to share.
Instead I’ll share some of the photos I took years ago when travelling in India. I’ve been thinking about people in India quite a lot recently, trying to imagine how the lockdown is impacting some of them. It makes me feel very grateful.