Hannah Beatrice Photographer

I am a documentary wedding photographer, based in Manchester, UK. I was born in Oxford, where I got started taking pictures on this special Mighty White camera. I moved up to Shetland, studied Visual Communication at Grays School of Art in Aberdeen, before moving south to the North-West five years ago.

I began assisting a wedding photographer in 2008, shooting my first wedding alone in 2010. Since then I’ve been hooked, settling into my own way of doing things.

Things I love
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sand
A child's smile
the sea
Maps
Steamy hot drinks
Sand beneath my toes
Childrens’ smiles
The sea
Typography
Shetland
rubix
sunshine
paintings
Shetland
Learning a new skill
Sunshine
Paintings
Sweets
Colours
Fearless Photographer

That’s right.
Nothing will stop me.
(Except, maybe spiders.)

My Other Hat

My Other Hat

The other hat I wear, is as an Illustrator and Designer. Visit the website: illustration.hannah beatrice.co.uk.

Shetland

Shetland is my true north. For a peerie taste of its astounding beauty, have a read of the journal entry I wrote about it.

Proudly Supporting Shetland

My Name
My Logo
Beatrix Evelyn Graham

Beatrice is my middle name. I was named after my great grandmother, Beatrix Evelyn, pictured here, who happened to have been a keen photographer.

(She also once stood up in Holy Trinity Brompton Church in London, in front of the whole congregation, to challenge the poor preacher on his lack of understanding of the sanctity of marriage, before storming out… I’ll tell you more about her, one day.)

About Hannah Beatrice Logo

Yes, that was me.
However, I’ve had a few haircuts since then…It’s now quite a bit shorter.
(Just so you’re not shocked when you meet me!)

My Philosophy

Every person is valuable, unique and beautiful.

It is unbelievably important to do and say the things no-one else is doing or saying.

Everything of any worth in this world is only a pale reflection of it’s Creator.

Beautiful things often lie just around the corner and just below a thin layer of dust.

Some things are worth searching for.

Hiddenness

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The dark hidden spot of a shell always fascinated me, leading your eye temptingly round only to then block your view with a sly twist of its shell.

When I was little, I would draw these beautiful things, craning my head in vain to see round the bend, and have to fight the urge to break them open to satisfy my curiousity.

Many situations in life seem to offer the same hidden mystery; some give up their secrets more readily than others, but my approach is the same: to look as hard as possible, search intently and not be content with the first impression.