After shooting a wedding here in Gauteng more often than not I find myself on my way home late at night out on the N1. A few moments before I would still have dragged the shutter during a loud pumping ceremony trying to capture all the energy that everybody was emitting on the dance floor. Timing is everything and again there was plenty. Mentally I’m still on a high but my feet are numb and all spare calories spent. This body hurts and all I can think of is to get back home safely. That late on the highway the flow is easy and every once in a while I will pass under the stark purple glow of a new toll road gantry, which so late at night almost seems surreal. Here in the Yankee machine it’s all quiet – almost serene. I put on some Jason Mraz. The lazy six at the front lets me know I am safe as long as I don’t drive into the back of a bus. On the highway some sections are still under construction and concrete barriers pass by just outside of my door Monaco style. Now on the N12 and back to the east of Johannesburg. As I get closer to home the numbness in the feet eases a little and the body aches fade to the back of my mind. Gratitude sets and I’m back. Home.
When I woke up on the morning of Quentin and Alicia’s wedding day and peered through the blinds of the main bedroom window, all I saw was a grey mass of low hanging cloud. May lips may have uttered a single swear word then. But all worries were totally unnecessary because by the time I arrived at Casa Toscana in Pretoria the sun was shining like it has ever been. Very much like Quentin and Alicia’s relationship; all warm and beautiful. What a day!
Have a good one
H.
by Hannes
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