Being a Devon Wedding Photographer in 2020

2020 is proving a very unusual summer as a wedding photographer, where time is being spent exploring Devon’s beaches on the weekends than shooting weddings, due to the ongoing Coronavirus lockdown in the UK. Although given the glorious weather that we have been afforded during the lockdown I am really missing photographing weddings as well as really feeling for my clients that have had to postpone their weddings due to coronavirus. However thankfully after having worked with my clients those that have had to move their weddings to next year have been successfully able to do so and we are all keeping everything crossed that lockdown will ease later in the year to allow the remaining weddings to go ahead. If you are still planning your wedding for late 2020 but are unsure how to deal with the current uncertainty that Covid19 presents please do get in touch and I can help advise you on how to plan your wedding whilst bearing in mind the current uncertainty. 

 Given that I have only photographed one wedding this year, I thought it time to update my blog with some of the photographs that I took on my travels to India over winter. I’ve wanted to go to India since I was a teenager with an avid fascination in the culture, colour and what seemed to be a country totally unlike anything i’d experienced in rural Devon. Finally early 2020 presented me with the opportunity to spend several weeks exploring India, even meeting and staying with an Indian wedding photographer which was a brilliant experience to compare notes on what it is like to be a wedding photographer in Devon versus a wedding photographer in India where weddings can typically last around 5 days! The mind bulks at the sheer volume of editing after such an event however having witnessed a couple of wedding processions on the streets whilst we travelled around I can imagine an Indian wedding to be immense fun to photograph: the colour; the ceremonial traditions and elaborate rituals. I would love to photograph an Indian wedding some day. Anyway, I digress…back to my travels and Northern India was every inch how I had envisaged India to be, a juxtaposed clash of feast and assault on the senses. It was a powerful place to experience and I came home with nostrils filled with intense and ears ringing with the incessant honking of car horns, yet at the same time having experienced both some of the most insanely busy and serenely peaceful places I have ever visited. Enough chat…here are a few photographs from one of my favourite cities in in: Jodphur, the Blue City.