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Jenny and Raymond in Stilfontein
It would seem like I found a little niche in that area of the world, seeing that this is our fourth wedding in that small town. This time I am posting late as I decided from now on to post on the blog only after all the editing has been completed. I have several reasons, but one is that I do not waste a day looking for images I want to post, and also I get to post the images that I really like after having spent some time on them, and not just the ones that initially caught my eye.
Jenny got her images this morning and sent me a heart warming message,
“Ben, THANK YOU SOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH, I am so impressed and grateful!!!!!!
Much appreciated!!!! Sjoe I don’t even have the words!!!!”
I’m not sure who made the dress, but Dress is by Jean Nalida Designers, it’s pretty ornate and seems like it could have taken ages to create.
I’ve never seen a groom suffer as much during his speech as Raymond did. The poor guy was completely drenched long before half time, and not with sweat
Fifa fever
Yes, it finally caught up with me and my heart breaks not being at the party.
at least I have a vuvuzela…
one from the archives…quite a while back
Wanted
If you were in Ballito around 20 May, stoned, and vaguely recall asking a photographer in a restaurant toilet to take your picture….
Well, I have your picture, contact me.
Kingdom tales
We are back in the land of impatient road hogs…funny how obvious the fact is if you spend a mere two days away from all the chaos. Swaziland is gorgeous, even though the most we saw of it was on the way back via Bulumbo (?) border.
I know I know, it took me irrisponsibly long, but I think I’m finally getting my head around this Lightroom thing, and it is very liberating indeed. I might actually have a life some day soon.
Warning to all non-photographers taking road trips with photographers: Better to leave the Jo-ASAP-hannesburg mentality snugly at home, the trip WILL take a substantial number of hours longer than usual, no matter how freezing cold it is.
30km off road towards the border, through a muddy forest, sometimes spinning and sliding our way up hilltops. Lots of oohs and aahs, the kind you made after a hiding in primary school.
We stopped in Kaapsche Hoop for a pancake, and the best Milo on this side of the border
