Jemma and Murdoch. on the beach . .

something a little different . .

dancing on a beach. giant pebbles. a sunset, and a herd of sheep.

traditional wedding pictures . . . . . . ( not).

Jemma and Murdoch had a lovely wedding day in Northumberland,
part of the plan was to go down to the beach for some pictures.

and this is what they got !

Once we reached the beach,

I walked off to find a spot where I could take some pictures,
and whilst fishing around in my camera bag for a lens, I looked up,

I noticed that they were dancing . .

we get our first picture !

then we wander further down the beach

the sea and the beach mean a lot to this couple,
they both live quite close to the sea,

and there's a story . . .

whilst they were courting,
Murdoch took Jemma for a ride on a jetbike

(you know .. one of those motorbike things that whizz over water)

he headed directly out to sea . . and kept going for miles,

they ended up on a deserted island, (one of the Farne islands).

the only occupants of the island were seabirds . . . . and Jemma and Murdoch.

Jemmas father got to hear about it afterwards . .

'what would have happened if the jetbike broke down, or ran out of fuel  ?'

'dunno'. 

'it didn't . . .'

I admire this guys style !  :)

as the sun drops in the sky - shadows become longer
and the light becomes quite interesting for making pictures

oh - that's a ruined castle in the background . .

we don't skimp on romantic backgrounds up here in Northumberland !.

this 'beach' is composed of lots of pebbles

but these are pebbles on a gigantic scale.

so we play about making pictures on the pebble beach . .

at this point, we're waiting for the sun to go down.

it looks like we're going to get a sunset.

a walk across the sands . .

what fascinates me about this picture,

are the patterns in the sand, left by the sea.

I remember, as a child, going to a natural history museum,

and seeing the same patterns on some sandstone,

the patterns in the stone were formed on a beach, millions of years ago.

those patterns in the sand are absolutely timeless,

they were here long before we came

and they'll be here, long after we're gone.

we take more pictures using evening light

and those prehistoric wave patterns on the sand

and - oh yes . . the sky . .

this is the still time, before the sun dips below the land.

we wander about some rocks

right . . this is our chance for sunset pictures.
the sun is dipping lower and lower

which then makes the photographer run about like a madman

(mad as a box of frogs, or so I'm told).

we're getting as many pictures as we can, as quickly as possible,
because at this point - time is really limited.

for obvious reasons . .

when the suns gone . . . it's gone.

these images are helped immensely
by Murdoch's body language - he really loves his girl,
and everything about the way that he stands close to her, shows his affection.

the sun is now down.
there is still a chance to get some pictures.

but from this point onwards,
it will only get darker and darker . . (obviously !)

twilight on a Northumberland beach.

now this little series of pictures is wierd, odd, very different . . .

what happened was  . . we were driving back inland,

I was wondering whether, if I increased the cameras sensitivity to light - we'd still get pictures ?

(nothing really technical . . just increase the iso), if you have a camera, you might know what that means.

as we drove down a country lane - we looked out of the car window and saw a low mist forming in some fields.

I said to Jemma and Murdoch . .'do you like that mist ?'

'yes'. they replied

a sudden screech of brakes, Alan slams car into the side of the road.

and we all hop out, sneak through a gate and into a field . . starting to take pictures . .

well . . there were sheep in the field. . .and the sheep were quite inquisitive.

the sheep slowly appeared from the low mist, just their heads showing at first,

then we saw their bodies as they advanced towards the bride and groom

(I guess we looked a bit unusual to them . .
this scene is not what a sheep expects to find in a meadow late in the evening).

the sheep got closer and closer - then suddenly something startled them,

and here we see the sheep making themselves scarce

it was a most odd sensation to feel the ground make a low rumble as the sheep stampeded over it.

a final picture.

the herd of sheep have now fled into the mist.

all we have left is a couple,

and memories of a lovely day.