Georgia on my mind

I shot these of gorgie Miss Georgie a while back, she will hate that I put her braces up, you know I could have photoshopped them out, but that wouldn't have been our natural fun miss George at all. This is a happy memory to share x

passion

I was questioned today about my ‘passion’ ..... It started me thinking about when it all started.  It is hard to pinpoint the exact minute, the moment in time. I wasn’t actually 15 years old, back then I was going to win the Olympic gold medal for Eventing, I could ride my horse all day dreaming of it..perhaps get a job in Princess Anne's stable , I would meet Prince William we would get married.

Anyhoo. It wasn’t then, and it  wasn’t those hazy crazy days of meeting and falling in love with my hot husband (that is my actual husband...so much more uncomplicated than being a Royal), but I am close.

It was sometime around my wedding day. That would be 1997 folks, the days of the giant gerberas and a bit of good old sepia, not forgetting painted red roses on black and white look does anyone remember?

The good news was that I was not a Gerbera bride, I had luscious bouquet of vintage looking double delight roses, I was the classic country bride, we had a beautiful day  and our photos were to DIE FOR.. Not only did I fall in love with my photos, the relaxed style , the ‘out of square’ family portrait through  a fish eye lens (sorry Mum, I know you were short enough to start with) but I loved LOVED LOVED my photos.

The fact that I think I can pin point my passion for photography, and for the record I was 26 years old, to this moment (by the way NB to original person who asked about my said ’passion’.. since when does it really matter when and how you got your passion?  Maybe it was always there, maybe sometimes you need moments and opportunities to bring your passions to life.)

Of course it helped that my wedding photographer was funky and gorgeous, she looked and played internationally fabulously...what a cooooool job, and it grew from there. I have been so fortunate to follow my passion and the journey (thanks reality tv word), the journey continues.

I guess the moral to this story is either a) Don’t let anyone deny or question your passion b) there is no prize or wrongs or rights when it comes to justifying your passion to anyone, thankyou person X or C) all of the above.

on that note your passion is yours and yours to keep. Speaking of which, there is some major pash happening here, enjoy x t   passion and HAIR