I am almost certain that hardly any of you knew, or cared, who invented the wheelbarrow. However I needed an interesting and attention-grabbing heading.
Anyway, you will all be aware that Mcbeth Photography is not bound by the confines imposed on other photographers by the rugged coastline of this rain soaked archipelago (look it up). I am something of a jet-setter, don’t you know? I think nothing of dropping everything and abandoning my family to head off to exotic locations like Manchester, Aberdeen, Mull, Cork or London. My latest sortie in the war on generic wedding photography took me to the Aegean Sea, more specifically the Cyclades, even more specifically, the glorious island of Santorini. See now where my Greek/wheelbarrow reference was going?
I was there in the warm spring sunshine to shoot the wedding of Emma and her golf pro fiancé (jings, this is going off the top of the glamour scale) Norman at the beautiful Dana Villas.
εδώ είναι μερικές φωτογραφίες That is Greek for.. Here are some photographs. (photograph, that’s a Greek word)
So people, if you are thinking about escaping the British weather which, to be honest, ain’t that bad, then feel free to contact McBeth International Photography.
I know it’s been nearly two months since my last post. Some of you may care, most, quite correctly couldn’t give a crap. However, there is a good reason for my lack of activity. Blogging is just so fricken boring. If I was more successful or if you stingy lot would pay me more I could afford to pay someone to do all the boring computer and internet stuff so I could concentrate on actually taking photos. Until that time I am going to take one for the team and soldier on, poor me.
So here goes.
I give you Amy and Peter. They were married earlier this year at The Hub in Edinburgh.
So far this year I have had an Irish-American wedding, a French-Scottish wedding, an Italian-English wedding and a Columbian-Scottish wedding. Liz and Lawson brought me my first Scottish-Kenyan wedding. It was brilliant. Set in the opulence of The Waldorf Astoria Edinburgh, The Caledonian or The Caley to you and me, around Christmas time and on a crisp cold day.
A super friendly bunch of folk from across the globe and one or two interesting Kenyan traditions meant that this was a spectacle to behold and a great wedding to photograph.
So many of his songs are about guns, shooting, fighting, biting ears off, drinking, sex and cars but today we learn the great Johnny Cash also had a softer side. It has been decided by some random poll created by folk with little else to do, that a Letter he wrote to his wife June is the best love letter ever written.
Although better than my own, his hand writing is a bit of a scrawl so here it is.
Happy Birthday Princess,
We get old and get use to each other. We think alike. We read each others minds. We know what the other wants without asking. Sometimes we irritate each other a little bit. Maybe sometimes take each other for granted.
But once in awhile, like today, I meditate on it and realize how lucky I am to share my life with the greatest woman I ever met. You still fascinate and inspire me. You influence me for the better. You’re the object of my desire, the #1 Earthly reason for my existence. I love you very much.
Happy Birthday Princess.
I have to say though, my favourite is this one from Jimi Hendrix.
happiness is within you….so unlock the chains from your heart and let yourself grow—
like the sweet flower you are…..
I know the answer—
Just spread your wings and set yourself
Love to you forever
Kinda makes my occasional mushy text messages seem a bit crap now. Thanks Jimi.
The last time I saw Lucie and Tommy was on a shoot/pub crawl in London. They “dragged” me round some of their favourite pubs and some of their favourite east end and square mile locations. I fell asleep on the tube on the way back to Heathrow.
Anyway, they are my kinda couple. Pretty relaxed (on the surface anyway) while still having a firm idea of what they want and quite non-traditional in a traditional sort of way, if you know what I mean. They chose a classic country house for their wedding, Harburn House, and decorated it to look stunning but omitted any of the really stuffy pomp in favour of riotous fun, the widest variety of alcohol I have seen at a reception and possibly the cheekiest speeches I have witnessed in over two hundred weddings. Plus, Lucie has that smile!!
Anna and Bob were married this summer at Lothian Chambers in Edinburgh than had their cosy, crafty style reception at the wonderful Gallery of Modern Art. It’s was a lovely warm day and everyone enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere and fantastic surroundings.
While Anna and her girls were preening and powdering ( that’s what girls do apparently) Robert and his best man were chilling out in the luxury of the Scotch Malt Whisky Society on Queen street. I guess that’s called Scottish courage.
Everyone then made their way to The Hub for a fun filled wedding day which culminated in a windswept, rain soaked Wonder Women arsed, sparkler extravaganza. Don’t just take my word for it, check out the photos.
It will not have escaped you that wedding magazines, websites, forums and blogs always have A-Z’s providing 26 “handy” tips and saccharine sweet advice about relishing the day, choosing the right favours and where to buy those really cute bridal onsies.
I love all that stuff, honest, but there is room for providing realism too. Here is the slightly tongue-in-cheek curmudgeon’s (some may say realists) wedding A-Z.
A is for Annul. Did you know you can have your marriage annulled if your spouse had an STD when you got married? Cheery start to the A-Z eh? Also if it wasn’t consummated, weirdly though this rule doesn’t apply to same sex marriages.
B is for Best man, who the bride will secretly either hate or secretly wish she was marrying. B is also for Bridesmaids. A constant source of aggravation. Why does she seem disinterested? Why has she put on weight? Why did she get that tattoo on her chin? How dare she get pregnant!!
C is for Creepy uncle who gets a bit too drunk and a bit handsy. C is also for Complaining. Guests will complain (not to you) about… drink prices, seating plan, dry chicken, crap favours and long speeches.
D is for Dress. Are you all really ok with paying a fortune for a dress which you then have to pay more to make fit you? All I’m saying is that a guy would make do. D is also for Debt.
E is for Evening guests who you don’t like enough to invite to the full day.
F is for Fascinator, stupid name for a crazy hat thing. Doesn’t keep you warm, doesn’t keep the rain off. Pointless. F is also for First kiss, no tongues please.
G is for Garter. Again, pointless, it ain’t holding anything up.
H is for Hen do. One last chance to catch chlamydia. H is also for harp. WTF is it with weddings and harps? Does anyone ever listen to harp music apart from at a wedding?
I is for Indifference. This is what most folk feel about your wedding, accept it. All they really care about is the free food and drink. I is also for Inviting. Inviting random people you barely know because your parents want to show off.
J is for Jilted, I’m just saying, it could happen.
K is for Kilt. If it’s a rental then please remind your groom to wear pants. Don’t want your man’s little man flopping around where others have done before.
L is for Looking beautiful. You will be told you are looking beautiful constantly throughout the wedding day even if you don’t and also by people for whom giving compliments doesn’t come naturally, men.
M is for Mother of the groom. That woman who never really thought you were good enough to marry her little boy.
N is for No-one. That’s the people who give a toss about the chair covers, the table centres, the jam jars, the vintage tea cups and the place cards. Except you, and the companies who are charging you an arm and a leg to supply them.
O is for Order of service. These are so that your bored guests can see how much longer the ceremony has to go before they can drink the free booze.
P is for Prosecco. Take it easy in the morning girls. No-one wants a bride falling arse over tit down the aisle or snogging her father in law in the photobooth.
Q is for Quoll. A carnivorous marsupial native to mainland Australia, New Guinea, and Tasmania.
R is for Restraint. Try not to trawl every wedding blog and use every idea which you see in your own wedding. No-one wants a high fashion, homespun, Christmas themed, beach party style naturist wedding.
S is for Shampagne, I know, I was struggling for an S.
T is for the Thousands and thousands of pounds you have spent for this one day which you ain’t getting back.
U is for Ushers. Generally hopeless. Chosen because they are friends with the groom but not close enough to be best man. Typically hang around in packs, too shy and nervous to do any actual ushering.
V is for Vanity. Is your wedding a vanity project? Will you be absolutely distraught if it doesn’t make it onto Rock My Wedding?
W is for White wedding. Traditionally white was an indication of purity and virginity. Aye right, who you trying to kid?
X is for eXes. Go on invite them. Chances are that at least two of his exes (which he hasn’t told you about) are there.
Y is for Yacht, nothing to do with weddings but you try thinking of a wedding related Y word.
Z is for… See Y.
You can have all your matching onesies, colour coordinated chair covers, designer shoes, ice sculptures, pipers, the finest food, the best champagne, the nicest dress and the hottest groom and an awesome photographer but, if you ain’t having fun then what is the point.
You have got to PARTY!!!
May I introduce Kirsty and Aiden who showed us how it’s done at Brig O Doon House Hotel in October.