Asking questions

Shall I...shant I.... then my hand goes up involuntarily and somehow I find myself asking a question. Eeek, my palms are hot and sweaty, and I can feel myself going red. I am a complete mess, and my voice is beginning to give out. The first time I remember this happening was when I was in primary school. We had newly moved so I was the "new girl" in the class, desperately trying to keep my head down and not stick out with the home-crafted gym bag and home-made bread rolls in my lunch box. So, why was I inviting the attention with the question I was asking. I guess thats just me. I cant help myself if I have a question or am asked to give an opinion, this need overtakes the hot, sweaty palm-ness.

I try to be honest with who I am - which is sometimes difficult. But I think me the photographer is me the person. I am no different, and hope that how I am as a photographer is me. I guess it probably explains the questions too... you brides and grooms will know that when we chat, I am full of questions about your wedding. Hot sweaty palm-ness is overtaken with that love of hearing what you are doing and why.

So with that in mind I am giving a holla out to all of you that read my blog regularly, dip in and out, or visiting for the first time and just looking around - please leave a comment, ask a question, or just stop by and say hi. I would LOVE truly to hear from each one of you.

Im not usually in front of the camera - which is what I am going to use as my excuse for hogging the picture (no idea why I've picked a "surfer dude" wannabe pose, or why I have a bent ankle)!