Where in Argentina & Chile should go we go for our honeymoon?
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The Maldives are a known destination for Honeymooners from all over the world. Here you can see the lonely photographer's spouse on the beach, while her husband is behind the camera, trying to capture yet another beautiful Maldivian sunset. Carrying photo equipment, together with the 2kg tripod, half across the globe was worth it, the sunsets I was able to capture there were really beautiful.
This is Llwyngwril a village we passed on the way home after our Honeymoon vacation and saw this large dragon Sculpture, so had to stop !!!
There are a few well known locations here in south coast NSW that always get mentioned by visitors. And I'd say somewhere near the top of the list of those favourite spots would have to be Honeymoon Bay. This small crescent shaped inlet is located on the northern side of Jervis Bay. You can only visit Honeymoon at weekends and during NSW holidays, because it's located within the Australian Navy's Beecroft Weapons Range which is in use during the week and therefore not very conducive to relaxation. Honeymoon's just about the perfect beginners spot for snorkelling and the ancient 'dad' art of floating-on-your-back-doing-bugger-all-and-loving-it. There are extensive campgrounds behind the beach where you can stay, but it's so popular that it's first-come/first-served at weekends and you can only stay there in the long summer holidays by entering a lottery which itself is only open between July and August. So it's a genuine privilege if you are lucky enough to get yourself a pitch here, particularly in the summer. Anyway, this is what it looks like from the air and it's pretty obvious what draws people here, isn't it?
Walked in here and ordered freshly cooked seaside Fish n Chips !!
Ate them on a bench overlooking the beach at Aberdyfi.
Bottom part of collage was wall art in the shop, depicting beach huts, the time on the clock is when we went in!!! ⛱️
My wife and I had the blessing of spending our honeymoon in Hawaii. This photo was taken at a private lagoon at Ko Olina Bay. We didn't have a tripod at the time so I had to set the camera on a rock and use the timer. I think it turned out pretty good considering I had never taken a sunset shot nor did I know how use the settings at all at the time.
HONEYMOONERS: I stopped my car, driving to Liberchies, Belgium, the Django-Reinhardt-Festival had to wait; my first shot, taken with a digital camera, after our analog Minolta with 36mm KODAK-film had been demolished. this one has been the first on the display of my brandnew digital Canon PowerShot A_700, presenting two honeymooners, looking out of a window in the evening; maybe they wanted to take a walk to the nearby guitar festival too, but they were badly fenced in…
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Amy and I got back today from our two week honeymoon in the USA. We stayed at various places including Santa Monica Beach, Death Valley, Las Vegas, Monument Valley Zion, Area 51, Mammoth Lakes, Yosemite and San Francisco. We even attended an airshow at Chino. Lots and lots of photos to come, so be warned ;-)
I was shooting the sunset at "Sunset Point" in Capitol Reef when this couple wandered down to one of the rock outcroppings. They were standing in the shadows. I yelled down to ask them move into the one bit of light near where they were standing. They did so and proceeded to kiss each other. When they hiked back up, I learned they were on their honeymoon. I was glad to capture what I hope becomes their favorite honeymoon picture. (Yes, I did send them a full resolution copy.)
Honeymoon Bay is located on the Freycinet Peninsula of Tasmania. It is a bay within a bay, being part of the larger Coles Bay. It is a popular destination for picnics, birdwatching and snorkeling.
“We both know . . .that it’s not fashionable to love me’ Lana’s smirking opening vocal on the titular ‘Honeymoon’ is as much a proclamation of the confidence 2014’s ‘Ultraviolence’ lacked and 2011’s ‘Born to Die’ pretended to have, as it is a no doubt long and graceful middle-finger to her critics. The US media love a character and Lana was unfortunate enough to have that character exposed as fraudulent, yet there remains a note of authenticity in her artifice.
Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, even Nicki Manaj, all represent strong individuals with contrived facades and yet have not suffered the criticism Lana has for her faded pin-up languor. Elizabeth Grant (Del Rey) may not occupy the same space as the aforementioned, and perhaps that is the issue, not having the Dali-esque aesthetic of Gaga, or the kooky sex-kitten appeal of Katy Perry or even the outlandish cartoon hyper-sexuality of Manaj, it is difficult for the American public to recognise her creation as anything as self-aware as contemporaries like Taylor Swift.
However, her wanton, smoky, Stepford-moll shtick still fascinates and is strangely more compelling than the virginal high-school daydream ‘Born to Die’ presented us with. It’s a touch of old Hollywood glamour in an age of social media fish-tanks, tattoos and hashtags. There is still a mystery to Lana, and thus began my enduring love affair with her songs and her serpents. I confess I couldn’t stand Born to Die at first, it took me months to learn and understand its appeal, likewise Ultraviolence alienated me before I bent my knees at the alter of its dark, bleak magic. I desired, on some subconscious level, the follow-up be a repeat, to spin me more leaden tales of Lana’s pageant-girl misery.
Thankfully for both my musical appreciation and Lana’s artistic progression, her gauzy floatings took her swaying hips firmly into a noir-esque speakeasy where a dame in a red dress breathed soft sighs into a steel-clad microphone and hard-bitten sugar daddies watched with impassive whiskey-dull eyes and thick-fingered indifference as her ethereal jazz dribbled from shadowed nooks. The narrative was familiar, the voice recognisably anguished and the bad men in pin stripes instead of biker cuts; but now there was an added maturity to her self-absorbed, and, undoubtedly self-inflicted, narcissistic sufferings. The red dress draped the body of a woman, the veiled eyes looked out upon the world with their customary cynicism, yet there was a new power in her wearied glance and a sharpness; a hardness that had been lacking in her previous albums where Lana seemed complicit in her victimisation. Now Lana is more properly what I had long suspected: a damsel-in-your-distress, a red light in the finest noir tradition, a man’s undoing. Now it was on her terms.
‘Honeymoon’ is her most realised and complete album to date, it doesn’t suffer from the confused identity of Born to Die or the sliding constancy of Ultraviolence. Lana is at the helm here, Valkyrie-like, she floats before us, teasing our destinies with doe-eyed coquettishness. Lana’s vocals are self-indulgent, whimsical, grandiose always, and she is completely right to be so, it plays to her considerable strength as an operatically trained singer and applied here in her usual breathy, small, hard voice (someone once observed that Del Rey sings the way Herbert the Pervert talks) for one long, glorious, moment she lets the depth hang on word or phrase and we see the steel behind the velvet. It’s her finest vocal delivery yet and Lana knows it; she’s seized the reins, her songs, her way. It is magnificent, as if somewhere in our pagan history Morgana Le Fey is crouched over the body of Merlin, crooning to the wolves and the dark forests. I want nothing more than to sink into a comfortable bourbon soaked stupor while Lana’s voice trills her dark lullabies.
For what lullabies they are, because Lana is nothing if not a master at making you wish for half-formed intangibles, dream fragments, wishes and wants half-glimpsed in the smoke of memory, almost a sorcery as the mind recalls a younger self in long summer afternoons with beautiful partners you have never met, or sweet kisses with long-forgotten missed opportunities. Similarly here, her music is the Philco radio of the girl in the beach hut next to yours, drifting with her scent through the hazy afternoon heat as you loll in languor and pleasant apathy, her melodies and beats never quite stirring you from your reverie, but a background noise as comforting as waves upon the shoreline.
It is one long, lush cinematic journey through Lana’s contrived, yet compelling navel-gazing, complete with a Nina Simone cover and several nods to David Bowie across several tracks. Her beats are skeletal, pearls cast on fragile glass in storied rooms of vast mansions, half-heard guitars and violins play in the far distance, perhaps at the other side of that winking green light where Gatsby waits for Daisy, a spectre at his own gay revelries.
To prepare for writing this I listened to ‘Honeymoon’ repetitively for weeks and my first impression remains just as strong; Lana should have sung the theme for Spectre, or at the very least she should have an opportunity to sing a Bond theme in the future. Many of the tracks here, in particular ‘Honeymoon’ and the standout ‘24’ are nothing more than Bond masques wrapped in Lana’s expected fly-blown misery (interestingly Lana said she would have indeed sung a Bond theme but no one asked). They are grandiose, crooning and full of grit. They stir the blood, paradoxically without breaking the languorous spell that binds this whole album together. Honeymoon isn’t perfect (you can make up your own mind about the TS Elliott excerpt), and some of her poppier moments don’t hit the notes her standouts do (God Knows I Tried, Terrence Loves You, 24 and Honeymoon) and it still seems Lana hasn’t quite decided which stream she is swimming in, but for all that Honeymoon is the Lana Del Rey album I have been waiting for, the long-promise I saw way back in 2011, the confidence, control and self-knowledge that only experience and the passing of years can bring. I really cannot wait for Lana’s next effort and no doubt I will have to learn to fall in love with her all over again . . .but that’s my narrative, a sucker for dangerous dames, even the pretend ones.
Honeymoon Rock, also known as Lone Rock, is an isolated sandstone offshoot on the northern edge of Basswood Island, part of the Apostle Islands National Lakeshore.
Just back from my Honeymoon. Had a wonderful time . I'll be back soon to see all your lovely photos that I missed. :)
The front door of our villa at The Honeymoon Guest House in Ubud, Bali. We had a lovely little garden with a number of statues just below the veranda area. The detail in the carving of the front door was amazing, just so intricate.
Hotel cottages, each with their own privacy and ladder into the lagoon, which are primarily booked by honeymoon couples. Not sure which hotel they belonged to as I took the picture whilst on a little boat trip around the many lagoons of the Red Sea resort of El Gouna, Egypt.
This couple have just got off the train at Swanwick for their Honeymoon during a Timeline Events photo charter. (You can tell they have only just got married because he is carrying both suitcases).