Some times they happen. Rainy weekends. Buckets of it. When they shouldn’t. Ugh. In Clarens of all places. Yip Clarens. Doesn’t mean we wouldn’t. Or couldn’t. We did. Picturated, snapped, discovered, photographed and documented. Had fun and come back with some great captures.
Before I get beyond myself being all lyrical and poetic, the truth was that when we arrived in Clarens for the weekend it was cold, rainy and dull. Stuff that the blues are made out of (thank goodness for beanies and hoodies though!). All you could do was hope for the best. I knew Linwood Guest Farm was a great venue and if we just got half a chance then we would be okay. On arrival at the venue on the wedding day it was as if the sun has never left in the first place. Courtney and family were all laughs and Chris whipped out his guitar to drum up a few tunes for the camera. Somewhere in between the rain also stopped with music continuously in the background. And so music and laughter would form the rhythm of the day, which in the end turned into an uber kick butt experience. The sun even decided to slip us a few rays just before going down.
Slipstream. Its the closest to the rawness of a Ray Lamontagne orJoe Purdy you will ever find in South Africa – with more spunk. One of the best bands I’ve seen at a wedding or most events, that doesn’t pretend to be anything than themselves. I’ve tried to find a Facebook page or a website for a link, but wasn’t able to find any. Maybe something their manager should seriously look into.
Stay fabulous.
H.
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