This was my first wedding shoot in Fiji and boy-o-boy-o-boy was I excited. I jumped on the Ferry out of Denerau on the morning of the wedding, sailing was smooth and the skies were blue. Just quietly I was a bit delighted to be commuting to work on a ferry to a small island in the South Pacific. Ticking off the career goals!!! After a quick 45 minute ride we arrived at Musket Cove. I was impressed with the understated beauty of the resort.
There’s no cars on the island so I grabbed a yellow bike and rode to Jeanette’s bure. This was Jeanette’s second wedding so she was a very chilled bride. I guess she knew what to expect having been there done it before. Like me she was probably also charmed by the beauty of the island and soothed by the sun and the sea.
And her beau Bruce was low key hanging out with his sons, his dad and his best man brother in a bure across the lagoon. It was obvious their children and family meant the world to them, they’d asked me to make sure I got lots of family photo’s.
Her handsome blue eyed son gave her away and her beautiful daughter was her bridesmaid. A local Fijian dressed in traditional costume blew on a conch shell to announce their arrival as they walked down the grassy isle to their sea front altar.
Salty tears dried on their cheeks by the gentle ocean breezes. The bright sun sparkled on the ocean. With rings on their fingers and joy in their hearts, the deed was done. There were drinks, snacks and songs and family photo’s.
Then the three of us disappeared for some romantic couple portraits. I’d picked out a few magical spots when I arrived early that morning. I loved how easy and affectionate they were with each other. The memory of their chemistry makes me tingly in my heart.
Day turned to night. The falling sun set the sky on apricot coloured fire as he covered her neck in kisses. Fairylights tinkled, tropical flowers perfumed the air, fire dancers twirled their flaming staffs under swaying palms. This was a blissful place to enter a marriage. A promising start.