Simone had her baby after a twenty something hour labour. Linda and I received the SMS to say it’s been a tough start,…
What’s that racket? It’s windy. Blowing a gale even. My bride is going to be stressing! Which probably means everyone else will…
“We’re so sorry but we have to reschudule our engagement session, Rhys has been sick. We really want to reschedule and Rhys had…
One of my favourite wedding photos this year is of the brides father, Stephen, at Peppers Guest House Hunter Valley, on a hot and windy November day right before walking his eldest daughter, Christa, down the aisle.
As a photographer I aim to show not only how someone looks, but capture them in their true light if possible. I want to show a
This is one of my favourite photos I’ve captured this year. It was shot at Terrigal Beach, where I spend many mornings and an occasional afternoon walking, talking and coffee shopping with Linda… my number one. This photo was uncommissioned, wasn’t shot on one of my professional cameras and there are
Do you know a plumber with a leaking tap, a builder with an incomplete house or a painter with unfinished walls? I think I fit into that category as a photographer without enough photos of my kids. Especially so as they’ve reached their teenage years and it’s just not “cool” to have your photo taken by your dad.
Sure it’s fine if they’re snap chatting, posting to “insti” or Facebooking but it’s a whole different story if
“Are you ok if I take a couple of photos while you fish?” I asked who I found out later to be Murph, a definite and obvious local at Tathra Wharf on the far South Coast of NSW. The other fishermen knew him by name and although none of them had much to say to each other, there seemed to be a definite
The car was parked roughly, a ‘k’ away via the beach, a k-and-a-half by road but I had no shoes. We’d just run from the beach to the deserted coffee shop as the storm hit. The only warning was an announcement by the lifeguards that most people ignored until it was absolutely thumping down.
The coffee shop was packed now. Not by coffee drinkers so much as
I love this photo from the wedding of Sean and Leanne at The Bells at Killcare – one of my favourite wedding reception venues on the Central Coast from one of my most memorable weddings of 2013.
It says wedding without being “weddingy” and sums up what the day is all about in a photo journalistic
There was still half a pizza left in the box and we were still surprised that our little sheltered spot out of the wind had stayed relatively sand free.
The water was getting closer and it was getting dark quickly. None of us cared, the conversation was flowing and we were all kid free for an hour or two – we could talk in peace.
I had just finished photographing
“Holy freakin’ s@#t, it’s cold!” I was yelling inside my head while tip toeing from the steps into the ocean pool. Mum and Dad were in earshot and I wanted them to stay proud while pointing my way to their swimming friends – “Yes, that’s our eldest son, Andrew,” they boasted, “he’s visiting.”
I’m unsure whether it’s the same for girls as it is boys when entering cold water. For boys, there comes a point as the cold water travels slowly up the thigh when it’s do or die. It’s either get in or get out because entering slowly just prolongs the anxiety of cold, retreating tackle.
Anyway… I made it all the way in, finished two laps and told dad I’m