In the grand scheme of things, Bart and Kara’s union is an unlikely one – they grew up separated by nearly the entire distance of the country, Kara in Melbourne and Bart in Cairns. It was only when Kara moved to North Queensland to study that their paths crossed and the unlikely became a certainty.
I went to Broome where Bart and Kara live to share in their celebration and this was no mean feat. Broome is a relatively small town, nearly 2500km north of Perth which in itself is nearly 3500km to the west of me. All in all, it’s a pretty darn long way to Broome and it’s not the kind of place that many people end up going to in their lifetimes. But I think we’re all missing out – there’s something about the red soil (known as “pindan”), the blue skies and the dark green scrub that can’t be matched anywhere else in the world. Flying in to Broome is a pretty majestic experience.
Even though I mentioned that the wedding was in Broome, it was nearly 130km away from the actual town and the sheer amount of effort that it must have taken to coordinate everything ending up where it did is amazing. I can’t begin to imagine the logistics that Kara and Bart have managed because every single element of what they did was made with thought, love and emotional connection. And they must have organised a pretty amazing sunset for us too because I know that I haven’t ever seen anything like that before.
A weekend like this is pretty wonderful for me, I really get a sense of the people that are involved and their lives, loves and relationships. The story of their lives unfolds in front of me and all I have to do is to just click.