I was saying to a friend a few weeks ago that I was struggling to find inspiration to do my own thing. Where my camera used to live in the palm of my hand, it was now relegated to the depths of a backpack that only left the house for work… // A post about finding my joy and remembering my why, feat. some beautiful friends and sunset at Floreat Beach.
Working in the wedding industry, you see a lot of loved up couples tie the knot, and the parts of the wedding that I always remember are the stories. Disastrous first dates, individual quirks, romantic proposals, colossal mistakes, laugh-til-you-cry memories – all the little things that make a couple a couple.
Here though, in Ubud and its surrounding villages, it’s crazy. Total madness, nearly all the time and to get those amazing shots, you really have to work. You have to walk with the viewfinder held to your eye, waiting for that perfect moment, hoping not to trip.
Lately I’ve been drawn to the kind of images that aren’t necessarily well composed or perfectly exposed, but rather that are full of a kind of nostalgic reality…