My brother Kevin and his girlfriend Katie in my parents backyard near 100 Mile House.
When we went to Iceland last summer, it was intense from the second we stepped off the plane.
We went through customs and met Becky for the first time, along with Axel (a big guy with a huge goatee who was the bus driver) and Embla (Ymir’s sister).
Jakob and I were really tired from a long trip with many layovers, so speaking with people who were so overwhelmingly polite was a lot to take in right away. I excused myself by pretending I had to buy toothpaste and collected my thoughts.
Then we were off.
Axel drove us into the city and we hopped on a bus. The turnaround time from when we stepped off the plane to when we were on the bus was within two hours, and we had no idea that we would be on the bus with 50 strangers for the next 8 hours.
With our heads bobbing around as we tried to stay awake, Jakob and I had great seats right at the front of the bus. The bus was an old German military unit with just shy of one million kilometres (seriously) and drove very rough. But the view was nice, and it was an intense way to start the trip.
Here are a few pictures from the front of the bus along the southern coast driving eastward along the Iceland Ring Road.
To see the results of Becky and Ymir’s wedding, click this link: Iceland Wedding Photography
If you’re searching for a wedding photographer in Yaroslavl and you found this post, you aren’t lost and I’m glad you’re here. Read a little bit more and you’ll see what I mean.
In May 2005, I travelled around Russia, and was in Yaroslavl for a wedding. The wedding was on Victory Day celebrations and there was partying and dancing all along the river in the city.
I was not invited to the wedding, and it was the first wedding I had ever been to. At the time, I didn’t own a camera and had no ambitions to ever be a photographer – let alone a wedding photographer. I was merely walking along the river as a tourist taking in the surroundings on a crisp Spring afternoon and happened to find a wedding.
Looking back on that day, I would do anything to be the photographer at the wedding. Anything.
Yaroslavl is a magical city, and this particular wedding was outdoors and had amazing spontaneous energy about it. The bride was being carried across bridges by the groom, there were old people partying everywhere, and the feeling in the air was incredible.
This picture below was all I came back with from my time as the stranger at that wedding. Now when I look at it, it motivates me to try everything possible to return.
So, it starts with this blog post.
A blog post I’m hoping is found by somebody who is searching online for a wedding photographer in Yaroslavl, Russia and stumbles onto my site in a similar way to how I stumbled upon that Spring wedding. The chances are slim that the stars will align and this will happen, but you never know.
If you’re that person searching though, I’d encourage you to view our wedding photography portfolio. We do many international weddings, and visiting Yaroslavl again would be incredible.
For now though, assuming I never return there, I’ll appreciate that I managed to come home with this one picture that I’m so fond of. A happy old man dancing in a public park on a sunny spring day with the music and sounds of a wedding in the background.
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