A "helluva lotta" dirty jokes, some whiskey that just blows your tastebuds and cigars all around.

And then you're getting married Buckaroo!

 

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

- William Butler Yates


A Poem by William Butler Yeats
Posted by Alexander on 17 July 2014


I've been chipping away at little details in this site and you know what, it's just got to happen so here's a quick snippet of the work I've been so happy to bring together.

Thanks goes to all my clients and the huge amounts of support from within the photographic community. Without all of you and those constant words of encouragement I wouldn't be right here, right now.

It's been a long six years so let's get to shooting.