Somewhere between a winter wedding in Cardiff and a forgotten promontory on the shores of Lake Baikal, I realised something: some photos have their own plans.
I didn’t push them. I didn’t promote them. I just let them go — quietly, without a plan — and somehow, they wandered off on their own.
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A few of them — not the loud ones, not the posed ones — just the quiet shots of buildings and views — ended up elsewhere. In digital archives. In reference pages. In places you don’t typically associate with weddings.
One of those images was taken during a walk around Insole Court — a venue I know well and have photographed more than once. I’ve captured weddings there in winter light, but this photo had no people in it. Just architecture. Just stillness. And somehow, that was enough for it to start its own journey.
It wasn’t trying to say anything. No couple, no guests, no narrative. Just stone and shadow. But somehow, that silence was loud enough to be noticed.
One image ended up in a public archive far from Wales. Another — taken much closer to home — slipped into a rather serious-looking page.
Another image, this time from the ivy-covered grounds of New House Country Hotel, did something similar. No wedding guests, no speeches, no confetti. Just a moment — and a frame that felt right.
It now quietly sits among other places I once described as fascinating venues for weddings in Wales.
It still surprises me how easily unrelated places start to feel connected. Different counties, different couples, different days — and yet a few simple images can thread them together as if they were part of the same story.
None of the photos mentioned here include people — certainly not couples or guests. These are the quiet, still ones. The ones that observe, rather than participate.
Most of the photos I take remain unseen, shared only with the people who lived the moment. That’s how it should be. But every now and then, one image drifts further than expected — and that’s its own kind of quiet story.
And yet… they connect things.
They link places and memories.
They slip between galleries, posts and real stories — like this winter wedding at Insole Court,
or guide to Cardiff’s top venues.
I used to think a photo’s journey ends when I deliver it.
Now I know: some are just beginning theirs.
