Friday, 20 July 2018

Photographing a gorgeous Shropshire wedding

Hi everyone

It is no secret that I love taking photos, it is my version of the arts & I think of myself as an ‘enthusiastic amateur’ who enjoys capturing the moment through whatever camera I have, be it a phone, a compact Sony handbag camera or my large Canon5D Mk3 with a variety of lenses.

I have only done wedding photos as a gift to a few people -

Photographing a beautiful wedding at Ironbridge 

Photographing a beautiful Shropshire Wedding 

A fairytale wedding 

My photography style leans heavily towards photo journalism - capturing the moment as it happens rather than formal shots.

I am a fan of steve mccurry with his iconic images, joe bussing & the Birmingham photographer steve gerrard - they inspire me to be a better photographer.

I photographed an ex students older sisters wedding three years ago - this was her preparatory visit to meet her groom & to visit the church to get an idea of the lighting there.

This was Nicole’s & Nathan's fairytale wedding 

When Shania’s Mum asked me if I would do her younger daughters wedding, I was flattered to be entrusted with it again.

The same church was to be used but experience told me that we would once again have the ‘not closer than the back row’ during the service issue so I borrowed hubbies long lens to be able to capture it. Using an unfamiliar lens has its challenges - I had to spend a lot of time getting to know it & to adjust the camera settings so that they worked together. The sturdy tripod is needed for this one as it has to be really still to work best ...


Youngest daughter Stacy agreed to help out as another camera was needed so that we could capture different angles with various lenses in the church & outdoors. The church is just so lovely & is one I am familiar with but I gladly accompanied them to their rehearsal for our planning ...



The lovely priest Leigh talking the couple through the ceremony ...


Such a lovely relaxed couple ... 


The wedding morning was light & bright - a relief, but the umbrellas went in to the car just in case & we were off to the Bride’s Mums home to start our working day ... the hair & make-up were in full swing when we arrived ... 


Catching up with the older sister & her gorgeous little one that I see from time to time ...


 How lovely is this tiara in her hair ...



 Being there to capture the dressing ...


then off to the church to set up our camera’s & to await the bride & her entourage ...


These images all have a popular ‘action’ on them as that is a common request. The originals are all natural. 

I have taught all these 3 siblings as elective home education students - brilliant to see them all together ... 

Pure love - capturing these special moments are my preferred photography style ..


The lovely bridal group as they left the church - aren’t these little ones sweet? 


Such a gorgeous wedding group ...


Sisters who are also very close


Mum & her lovely daughters


Perfect

A spectacular cake ...


Catching up at the reception with Nicole 

 Nicole, me & her lovely Mum

Cuties first dance ... 


The bridal couple are sunning themselves in Jamaica so I am only sharing the ones they have shared so I don’t steal their thunder ...

We used:

Canon 5D Mk 3 with EF 24-105mm f/41 lens

Canon 5D Mk 4 with EF 24-70 lens

EF 100 - 400 lens (for the church), used with a tripod

Canon Speedlight 580EX 11 flash


Thank you for stopping by, for supporting my blog & being kind enough to leave a comment
Dee ~๐Ÿ’•~

Sunday, 15 July 2018

Make time for travel ...

Hi everyone,

I apologise for my rather long absence but a rather impulsive travel plan got in the way of things.

Youngest daughter is home between finishing university & beginning her graduate scheme up north & I have enjoyed the rare opportunity of having her back in the nest. She accompanied us to visit my Dad in February & March this year in South Africa.

In May, while out for supper, we were talking about DNA & heritage - my largest DNA is Scandinavian which is a nod to all those fabulous explorers from Germany, Holland, Poland, France, Norway & Denmark who keep appearing in my tree prior to them setting off for Southern Africa in the mid 1600’s.

We found 2 remaining places on a Scandinavian & Baltics tour & I decided to seize the moment & take time away from a difficult term (I am self employed so can be flexible)

With barely 2 weeks to get ready, we set off on our 16 day tour which was almost like tracing my ancestry & it made me thankful that we live close to so many of these countries (in that they are not on the other side of the world.)


Belgium is lovely - perhaps because I speak Afrikaans so Flemish is understandable & it just feels comfortable.


From Brussels, we headed to the lovely German capital, Berlin. I want to return to Berlin for a few days, our time was too short but it is such a stunning city with such an interesting (and dark) history that deserves more time to just take it all in.

It was a real highlight to stand at the Brandenburg Gate - the site of so many monumental changes & it is such an iconic & imposing structure.

The remains of the Berlin Wall is a sad reminder of recent history - I remember the fall of it & the jubilant scenes. To stand at the remaining part by Checkpoint Charlie and to see the sign indicating where Hitler had his bunker is very sobering - history is brutal & we need to learn it to stop us repeating past mistakes.

However, Berlin has so many exciting new buildings that herald in daring architecture & the future that I know I will return to explore more again.


The Mohne Dam is yet another powerful reminder of the war between our countries - it is better known as the Dambusters dam 


The Mรถhne dam

Situated at Gunne and 25 miles east of Dortmund, construction of the dam was started in 1909 and finished in 1913. The wall was made of limestone rubble masonry and was protected against seepage by a clay bank to about one third of the water side face and with overflow outlets near the top. This construction stood 112 feet high and had a base thickness of 130 feet tapering to 25 feet at the top and is 2100 feet long. The dam holds back 135 million cubic metres of water, covering an area of 3229 acres. It was protected before the raid by 2 anti torpedo nets in the water and anti aircraft guns of 20 and 37mm calibre mounted on the shore and on each of the two towers.
After the raid over 2,000 workers took just 4 months to rebuild the wall ready for refilling. The power station at the base of the dam was washed away along with most of its foundations and was never re-built.
Then we crossed from Germany to Poland as my great grandfathers family had done. I looked at the passing villages & thought of the route I was taking was a route they had known  - very strange feeling that somehow connected the generations. 

Because we had booked at short notice, taking the last 2 places on the tour, neither of us had researched any of the places we would be visiting & we arrived in Warsaw without any expectations of the city - how wrong we were. What a fascinating & fabulous place it was - a definite favourite with both of us. 

I loved how they celebrated Chopin with a very large statue in the park where open air concerts are held in Summer. Dotted about Warsaw were also 14 benches, placed in places of importance to his life. These benches each played a different piece of music & told the story of that connection. 



 The Royal Palace gardens were quite a treat - influenced by the British layout of Royal gardens with fabulous Palaces & spaces.


You cannot escape the dark past & recent history of Germany & Poland & in Warsaw, the Warsaw Ghetto site is a powerful reminder of the transportation & annihilation of the Jewish population. Anyone who stands on the site of the Warsaw Ghetto will feel the weight of history & know that they have a responsibility to keep that history sacred.


However, the City of Warsaw is much older than just that period of history, it is a proud city which had to rebuild itself after it was almost destroyed in WW11. The rebuild was a made to reflect the original & it is hard to know what was original & what was rebuilt.  It is just a fabulous place to explore. We loved the many cobbled streets with the churches, castle walls, little squares, fantastic architecture & just felt so at home there.


Stunning architecture & history, a truly beautiful city. 


Lots of contrasting building & a lot of cranes on the skyline as the city expands. They had a very impressive tram system that crisscrossed the city & took workers up & down to cut down on traffic.


We always try to find somewhere authentic to eat when we travel - what better than to take advantage of a lovely street cafe opposite a lovely church. While eating a tourist horse & carriage came past - it was a relaxing time to people watch & to enjoy the atmosphere of this lovely city.


How beautiful is this Palace with its stunning architecture, I love the towers & their copper / green domes which dot the skyline.


This square is simply stunning & the heart of the city; the gorgeous buildings just frame this space perfectly & the side streets were just as stunning, a truly beautiful city.


Our view while we ate our lunch ...


You could not visit Warsaw without paying homage to a truly inspirational lady - Maria Curie - Polonium was her discovery & named after her native Poland. My daughter is a Physicist & she was so thrilled to see this statue .... 



Just near our hotel, I came across a familiar logo - that of our British Annie Sloan. I use her chalk paints so often for projects & have done her courses so I had to pop in & say ‘hi’ & find out about her shop. 


I hope you have enjoyed these images, more to follow. If you ever get an opportunity to visit Poland, seize it because it is simply stunning. Thank you for stopping by, please leave a comment or even just a ‘hi’ so I know you have visited. 

Dee ~๐Ÿ’•~

Saturday, 14 July 2018

In a little church yard - Mildred Gale, grandma of George Washington

Hi everyone

Please forgive my prolonged absence but I have been travelling again - more on that  in a bit, but first I thought I would share this trip north to the Cumbrian town of Whitehaven with you today ...





In a  little  corner of a country churchyard of St. Nicolas in Whitehaven in  northwestern  England, I came across this church with its interesting plaque:








This is the explanation 

Somewhere in this small churchyard in England’s Lake District rest the remains of a grandmother. She died before the birth of her most famous grandchild, but had she lived to see him grow up she would have been very proud. What more could a grandmother want? He became the Father of a brand new country. 
In the historic harbor town of Whitehaven there are many links to England’s colonial past. With hundreds of ships sailing across the Atlantic in the 17th, 18th and 19th centuries, 
Whitehaven was a haven for people interested in trade, exploration or maybe a whole new life. In 1700 a ship made the return journey from the colonies, and on board was the newly married Mildred Gale, wife of George Gale, a prominent Whitehaven businessman. Mildred was born in Virginia in 1671 to a well-to-do family who were active in local and colonial governance. Gale wasn’t her first husband – that was a man named Lawrence Washington, who Mildred married in 1685, their union producing three children: John, Augustine (who would later father George), and little Mildred.
Lawrence Washington died in 1698, bequeathing a substantial sum from his estates to Mildred. She then married Gale, and in 1700, with her brood in tow, followed him to Whitehaven. Sadly, Mildred’s new life in the Old Country was over almost as soon as it began. After becoming pregnant she contracted a fever, and died in early 1701. Her will left custody of her Washington children and almost all of her wealth to her new husband. Soon legal challenges came from relatives over in Virginia, and the kids were all sent back.
Mildred Gale was only 31 when she died, many many years before her famous grandson George was born. She’s buried somewhere in the churchyard at St Nicholas’ Church, but no one knows exactly where. There is a plaque though, emblazoned with the Union Jack and the Stars & Stripes, to mark unity of the two countries, and Grandma Mildred’s resting place.

I hope you have enjoyed this unusual history in an unassuming church yard in a Whitehaven; you never know when history is going to find you. 

Please pop back soon as I am going to share my Scandinavian & Baltic trip with you. 
Thank you for stopping by,
Dee ~๐Ÿ’•~