So Cindy and I took a well needed break over the long weekend and braved the rapids around Parys in a rather narrow rubber canoe (I got thrown out), we slept on a game farm, and had a braai for a change. I also tried in vain to catch a yellowfish on fly, but it’s clear that I will have to browse through a few more YouTube videos before I try again.
On the way back we stopped over at my parent’s home and my mom asked me why I’m not working anymore, since she has not seen anything new on the blog for a while. It’s ironic that it is actually because I have been working day and night for the last few months that I have neglected the blog (and my wife) a bit. It takes about a whole day to do a proper blog post, and I feel that the time could be better spent waiting in line at the post office for example (something which I have to do from time to time for studio purposes).
Anyway, I got the message and decided today to go through the process of selecting, editing, and compiling a few images of Mercia and Christoffs wedding which happened at the Moroccan inspired Shokran, east of Pretoria. Probably one of my favourite weddings of the year so far, and at some personal risk to myself, I would have to say that Mercia has been the fairest of them all.
Off to a few photo-journ moments on the wedding day, and then one or two portraits. Possibly a few more pics than usual.
Yes, it was as hot and bright as only an African sun can manage, and of course I sweat an embarrassing amount as usual
