Moycullen, then the lake road · October

Aoife and Cathal

A stone church, rain from eleven until four, and a hotel with orange uplighters they had asked the manager to turn off.

01Saint Fursa in Moycullen has no flash rule and a sacristan who means it, so everything inside this church was shot at f1.8 and ISO 3200 from behind the third pew.

02It rained from eleven until four. We did the family groups in the porch and nobody minded, because the porch is where everybody was standing anyway.

03The couple portraits took eleven minutes on the lake road at the far end of the village, between two showers.

04Seventy two guests, two speeches, and a bar that closed at half twelve.


A grey limestone church with a bell tower and a rose window under a flat wet sky, a guest under an umbrella at the door
10:52. The porch was the only dry place in Moycullen.
A couple seated together in a church pew seen from behind, her head against his shoulder, the altar beyond
During the readings. Third pew, no flash, nobody knew I was there.
Close view of the couple holding hands during the vows, his dark suit and her hand over his
The vows. This is the frame I take at every wedding and never skip.
The back of the bride in a lace gown holding a cream bouquet, confetti caught in her hair
Confetti in her hair for the rest of the afternoon.
A couple walking through long grass on a headland under a low overcast sky, a road behind them
16:20. Eleven minutes on the lake road, between showers.
A woman standing to give a speech at a wedding table, reading from a page, guests seated around her
Her sister, nine minutes, not one of them wasted.

The other days.

Every story here is one wedding or one session, start to finish.