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Your Story


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Your Story


Your story is unique.

We see that phrase so often, I can guarantee that you probably didn't even register what that actually means!
Your story is not part of a trend, culture or society - your story as a couple is a mish-mash of everything you love about one another - the way she smiles cheekily, the way he holds you like he doesn't want to let go, her firm belief in the power of coffee and a bit of positive thinking, his firm belief that a hug can cure anything. If your story is unique, then why should your wedding day simply be a reflection of cultural trends at the time? Can we roll our eyes a little at words like "bespoke" "rustic" and "country chic" already? As a wedding photographer, I am passionate about creating images that reflect you as a couple, the environment you are in and how you naturally connect with one another. The following images reflect the couples that inspired them, and I hope they will inspire you too.
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Lovers


Lovers


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He Proposed


He Proposed


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She Said Yes


She Said Yes


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Two Became One


Two Became One


somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
e.e. cummings