Take a look at these photos. Do you see any stress levels? I don’t. But let me tell you, stress levels at Dawie and Mien’s wedding were not just high, they were through the roof and into the stratosphere. Seriously so. Not because of wedding day nerves, but because Mien’s brother Carl had gone and landed himself in hospital. Thanks a million Carl, we never met, but I owe you one buddy. You go and get your heart wired up in hospital, everybody is scared to death that you’re about to have a heart attack and go belly up, and you leave Mien and Dawie to get married at the same time. So there I arrive, walk into the room to shoot Mien getting ready, and everyone is busy drying their eyes! Happy bloody days mate. Nice darts. So I turn to Helen and pull a face at her that says something like: ‘eish, here’s an all new, straight-out-of-the-box, 0 – 100km/h buy cymbalta in mexico little curve-ball ahead of us’ and I pull out the camera a little sheepishly. And from that moment on, things changed. Because our Mien was about to square up as the bravest bride I’ve ever shot. And her family and friends were to galvanise and rally around to make her and Dawie’s day one to remember. I always say that there’s a story at every wedding. This story was one of courage and togetherness. So Carl, (now that you’re out of hospital and firing on all cylinders again), these photographs are dedicated to you. Even though you couldn’t be there, I hope that they do give you a fairly faithful glimpse of what went down without you there. You were sorely missed (well, that’s what your family and friends said, so we’ll just have to believe them). Would loved to have met you and I hope the hospital food wasn’t too bad.
PS: The food at Neethlingshof was excellent.