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I always find myself in a reflective, pensive mood at this time of year. Life moves at pace and I'm finding it increasingly difficult to squeeze in everything I want to do and sadly that includes blogging. Whilst I very much enjoy many of the blogs I read and value the virtual, 21st century friendships I've made, I'm still very conscious of what I divulge about my own life. Photography may be my great passion, but I rarely feel comfortable in front of the lens (hence the scarcity of photos of me). Add into the mix my butterfly mind, a giant whirlpool of 150 things I need to do and consequently, sitting down to diarise my life at the expense of doing something else, is becoming increasingly challenging. As we all know, life is a tricky balancing act. I want the balance to tip towards living life as opposed to documenting it.
That said, marketing is the number one priority of any small business and people do occasionally want to see the face behind the blurb. I've been busy with my homework of late and even though I've filmed (and deleted) more videos than I care to mention, I'm slowly getting there. Blogging is another tool in my armoury.
The poet and artist Adeboye Oluwajuyitan once said: "Colour details the story. Black and white make it a myth." I like that. It makes perfect sense to me.
If I scroll through my Instagram feed, it always strikes me how much nature informs my work. The colours flow from black and white through to fresh pastel hues and into vibrant colour, before deepening into rich tones until finally, the colours leach out once again as we return to winter.
I'm playing catch up a little here, but black and white was firmly in charge in January.
After the fun and frivolity of the pin up shoot, I had a wedding booking in Worcester, which happened to fall on one of the coldest days of the year so far and sadly, a beautiful blue winter sky was notably absent. The trees of Worcester Wood which provided a backdrop were still bare and I just knew that the photos would look infinitely better in black and white when natural colour was so lacking.
Francine and Gabor's wedding was a memorable one. Due to a last minute hiccup, the couple asked if I would step in and be a witness. I was delighted to oblige and touched by their gratitude and insistence on giving me what seemed like a quarter of their wedding cake.
Parts of the register office building were out of bounds due to the discovery of RAAC (reinforced autoclaved aerated concrete), a lightweight material that was used on flat roofs and in walls and floors between the 1950s and 1990s. It has a lifespan of around 30 years, but can cause structural failure when exposed to moisture, often collapsing with little or no warning. It's a huge problem in many UK public buildings right now.
The couple had what is now referred to as a micro wedding; a small affair with fewer than 20 guests. (The couple had already enjoyed some extremely colourful and traditional celebrations in Francine's home country, Rwanda). This photo of the newlyweds is my favourite. Despite the cold weather and metal barriers behind, their happiness radiates from this photograph.
The whole micro wedding trend is just my thing. Admittedly, it's a dull title, but the reality is freedom, no structure, your nearest and dearest (not the great aunt you never see or your parents' friends) in attendance, family favourite dishes on the menu, a country pad or restaurant party location and no formality for the sake of formality.
I've even forsaken my own Vinted and vintage hunting to inspire brides to be. Check out these beauties; a mix of second hand, vintage and sustainable dresses for under £150!
Black and white and winter are the perfect partnership. Naked trees, the high contrast between featureless white skies and landscape and water reflections are black and white's best friends.
Here are a few from a recent stroll around Shropshire's Dudmaston Estate (run by the National Trust).
Even the less mobile amongst us are fair game for me and my camera. Here's a scarecrow operating in the Castle gardens of Bridgnorth. I've christened him Zapata, after the Mexican revolutionary.
I'm permitting some colour for his companion and have even created her very own backstory. Here's Linda Burrell. Linda is a failed actress and British eccentric. Linda had a flirtation with film director Woody Allen in the early 1970s and contrary to popular belief, Woody wrote Annie Hall for Linda.
However, Linda fell out of favour with Woody after a row over a sourdough starter in New York and he went on to cast Diane Keaton, who has since been credited as the inspiration for the screenplay.
Linda never got over this rejection and returned to her native Shropshire, where she took up gardening as a form of therapy. Here she is. She can't shake off that Annie Hall fashion aesthetic. She's encouraging me to go and check out her hellebores.
But fear not! I do mingle with real people too. I've been busy meeting clients, catching up with friends, taking bracing walks - followed by coffees in cosy cafes, not to mention a fun night out watching a Fleetwood Mac tribute act and investigating the pubs of Dudley. A tribute act? I hear you cry. As fun as it was and as accomplished as the musicians were, there's no possible way of seeing the coolest line up of the Mac. It no longer exists after the acrimonious exit of Lindsey Buckingham and death of Christine McVie. Thankfully, I've seen the real band (and separately, their founding member Peter Green). There really is no comparison.
It's clearly been a while since my last blog and in spite of all the black and white, I have to concede that spring is on the way...and nothing says Spring like cherry blossom.
In other news, I've bought a drone, which will come in useful. Watch this space.
