Goobarragandra. Ever heard of it? Me, either…
That’s one of the best things about being a human on this planet. There’s always somewhere you haven’t been, somewhere else to venture.
It’s close to Tumut – you just follow the river for about half an hour, caressing mountainsides as you go. By that time, your car’s covered in dirt and you’ve realised that out here, people wave as they pass you. Once you’ve crossed the cattle grid, you’re pretty much there – but not quite.
Annika explained to me that even though the wedding would be held at Elm Grove, they really wanted photos at a place that means a whole lot to her and Rob. Pretty Sally is, honestly, paradise. It’s there Rob and his family have created lifelong traditions. A piece of land they purchased with other local families so they could spend time, anytime.
In the back seat of a dual cab Hilux, we rolled over bridges, through gates, along ridges, past waterfalls and cows with ‘furry fringes’.
Annika and Rob took me to more places than Pretty Sally that day. They took me down one of the most sacred paths anyone walks in their lifetime – the path that leads to binding yourself to another.
During Annika’s speech, she thanked me for my time and explained that I was the only person involved on the day, who she didn’t already know. And while it made me feel the great trust in the relationship we now share, it really just made me feel happy that I got to be there.
*On a day when the mercury reached the mid forties (that’s one hundred and thirteen degrees for those in America), we decided it would be best to shoot portraits in the early morning to avoid the afternoon heat. I liked this schedule a lot.