The day before Megan + Clint got married on a rooftop on the wonderful island of Santorini, we took a drive down south, far far away from the tourist crowds and came across a small beach where there wasn’t a living soul but us. Us and one fisherman. But he didn’t seem to mind us too much.
Santorini holds a very dear spot in my heart. It was here, 6 years ago, where I realised that I wanted to be a photographer and nothing else. I had finished my time at university and I was backpacking around Europe and North Africa and feeling a little lost as to where I really wanted to be in life. It was here, daydreaming on the back of a motorbike, with the warm sun on my back, that it struck me. Clear as day.
6 years later to the date, I returned as a photographer to shoot Megan + Clint’s wedding.
Fate can be a funny thing sometimes.
Love Katie xo
Having never photographed in snow before coupled with my love of a good road trip, I was definitely excited by Laura’s email that simply started with “it’s going to be a snow setting in a small country town.”
Yep. Done. I’ll pack the car now.
“This is my home” was the second thing Laura told me. Home for Laura was the stunning Kiewa Valley (Kiewa meaning ‘sweet water’) nestled just below Falls Creek. This was where Laura had spent her childhood and despite now living in Queensland, Laura would return to the Kiewa Valley, to her friends and family, to marry Josh in the same Memorial Hall where so many of her family members had they themselves been married in over the years.
There was also something so wonderful about Laura + Josh’s fathers, who after the ceremony, piled us all into a convoy of 4WD’s and drove us up the mountain, while telling us the history of the area and stories of their children. It was the flowers, those super fun bridesmaids dresses, the snow and the ice cold breeze. It was their friends that kept making sure we had been fed. It truly made for a wonderful day and an amazing excuse for a road trip.
Love Katie xo