Wishing you a weekend full of colourful surprises, sunshine, lazy hours of doing nothing, or endless hours of play.
Let it be filled with joy.
Happy Friday!
“Once in awhile,
Right in the middle of an ordinary life,
Love gives us a fairy tale”
– Anonymous
You know that feeling when things just fall in place like pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly, creating a story?
These two beautiful people are writing their love story, every day, the story that will be told to their children and grandchildren, over cozy dinners and at bedtime. How they met in Sydney and fell in love. And created a new life. Because their story is nothing short of a fairytale.
When I look at these images, I get lost in time. I am not sure what year it is… It can be 19th century Australia, or early 1920-s, or modern days. Because love is timeless, love is eternal.
Nature did not hold back on that day. That sunset was a gift, a spectacular show, something that will be remembered forever.
My dearest Mr and Mrs T, I am honoured to have been there to witness and record the magical connection between the two of you.
It was a perfect day in Sydney.
“San Francisco is poetry. Even the hills rhyme.”
-Pat Montandon
I have a thing for bridges. They connect the opposites, open new possibilities. They fascinate me endlessly with their elegance and beauty and engineering marvelousness. And that’s why the Golden Gate Bridge was very high on my wish list of things to see with my own eyes for as long as I can remember.
I keep coming back to the images from that road trip, one of the best road trips we have done (well, maybe it is THE best), across Northern California and Pacific Northwest, just over a year ago. It started and finished in San Francisco, giving us plenty of chances to see the bridge from near and far, walk the bridge, touch its steel cables, be stuck in traffic in the middle of the bridge, etc. etc. I was happy.
The City by the Bay played its famous trick on us pretty much as soon as we arrived. The sun was shining, the air was clear and deceptively warm. Dragging our jet-lagged selves up the Powell Street hill and then down the hill toward the Fisherman’s Wharf made us feel even warmer. And then the fog rolled in. Right at the time when we climbed onto the open-top, bright-red, super-touristy bus that would take us to the Golden Gate. To finally see it with our own eyes. Everything was suddenly gray, wet, miserable, and it became incredibly cold. Bone-penetratingly cold.
And that’s how we met. The Bridge and a bus load of shaking tourists, in the thick milky fog that revealed the engineering wonder bit by bit, cable by cable, as we made our way through the slow Labour Day weekend traffic.
Thankfully San Francisco fogs do not hang, they roll. And we did see the bridge in all its glory, but later. In midday sun, glowing red. At sunset, from Baker Beach. At night, from Fort Point. And I took hundreds and hundreds of pictures of it, from every angle possible, so I could go back to those moments when I stood in front of it in awe.
Ahhh, SF. We did not have enough days to explore all you have to offer but we certainly did our best. And thank you for letting my wish come true.
“This marriage be wine with halvah,
honey dissolving in milk.
This marriage be the leaves and fruit
of a date tree. This marriage
be women laughing together for days
on end. This marriage, a sign
for us to study. This marriage,
beauty. This marriage, a moon
in a light-blue sky. This marriage,
this silence fully mixed with spirit.”
– Rumi
No my words tonight. Only Rumi’s. And one frame from me. Because sometimes you have to be silent. Because this picture is so much more than I can say in any language.
“We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure.
There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.”
– Jawaharial Nehru
Sometimes you need to drop everything and run away.
Where did October go?
After a super busy month full of ups and downs (well, mostly ups, and very beautiful ups, but a couple of downs as well) we needed to peel ourselves from our computer screens and escape the bustle of our Sydney lives to find quiet. Even if it’s just for a few hours, even if you have to drive for over 130 kms to get there. But you know that once you are there you can walk on the red earth amongst the grape vines that are full of promise of a beautiful vintage. You can take your proper picnic wine glasses out, pour yourself some Shiraz, open the box of gluten-free crackers and rip the foil off the Tasmanian Camembert that you picked up on the way. You can just be.
I took these using my Canon 5D Mark II, 35mm lens (my new best friend forever), and a remote. You know what the funny thing is? I lost the case from the remote back in July. In this particular spot. Then I came back in October, and the case was lying on the ground in that same place, all covered in dirt. I cannot imagine how many times it was rained on and stepped on, but there it was, waiting patiently for me to come back.
I love Hunter.
Gorgeous images and beautiful light! So lovely to have a little break…and how amazing to find your case!!!
Beautiful shots !