The moment the vows land, in a timber barn strung with fairy lights and a room of guests behind.

Ceremony

Three generations under an autumn tree, handfuls of leaves going up at the same moment.

Leaf Throw

A living room photographed past the desk it works from, daylight left to do the lifting.

Two figures read against the stage screen, the auditorium dark all around them.

A sitting portrait against deep red, hands clasped, nothing styled beyond the chair.

Charred halves and breadcrumbs, shot straight down on a striped plate.

Six handmade vessels stacked in two leaning columns on a plain grey sweep.

Goggles, powder and a field full of it, caught between two handfuls.

A bride and three bridesmaids beside the barn, bouquets up, evening light behind them.

Two sisters in fabric wings, hand in hand in front of a bank of cosmos.

Stone, glass and louvres lit from within, photographed from the pavement once the sky had turned.

A conversation across the table, mid-gesture, in a meeting that carried on regardless.

A maker leaning over the bench, one of his buildings held out to the lens.

Eggs, bacon and spinach on a rough wooden table, shot straight into the window.

Two unfired pieces on the workbench in black and white, a tilted head and a grinning cat.

A doorstep, a basket of gifts, and an award still in hand.

A bridal portrait in the open air, turquoise hair against tall yellow flowers.

A small girl holding a daffodil stem in the grass, ruins standing behind her.

Two grooms in matching blue, hand in hand in a papered period room.