Monthly Archives: August 2009

Married! // Matt & Deborah (Part II)

If you haven’t checked out Part I of Matt & Deb’s wedding, you can find it here.

Although the intial idea to was to photograph the bridal party and family around the harbor, everybody was ready to board and get the party started!

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After the formals, we kicked everybody off the top deck and made use of the killer light…

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The rest of the night consisted of one part toasting the new couple, one part delicious meal, and two parts dancing the night away…

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One thing that really made this wedding unique was when the captain told everybody – especially the bride and groom – to head out to the top deck.  He then announced that there would be fireworks that night – almost directly over our heads.  It was so amazing to have that kind of front row seat….

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Congratulations, Matt & Deb!  Your wedding couldn’t have been any more perfect if you had tried.  You made Dylan and me feel like old family friends… it was such a special time and I’m so glad we got to share it with you!

Married! // Matt + Deborah (Part I)

Matt & Deb came all the way back from Jolly Old England to have their gorgeous wedding in sunny San Diego.  New to me was shooting on a beautiful San Diego Harbor Excursion yacht out at sea.  Not new to me was shooting with the uber-fabulous Dylan Mayer.  Because the yacht has a very finite amount of space, the intimate group of friends and family that attended the wedding made everything that much more meaningful.  It also meant that there was A LOT of dancing and celebrating going on to ring in the new couple as a newly-minted Mr. & Mrs.!

We started out the day at Trinity Episcopal Church in Escondido.  While Deb got ready in a small library with her mom and attendants, Dylan hung out with the guys…

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And then it was time to get married!

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The church was beautiful… all stained glass windows and soaring ceilings.  We took a few photos before heading down to the harbor…

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Down at the harbor, we boarded the yacht and I immediately started shooting.  Surrounded by an endless sea and illuminated by gorgeous sunshine, I was once again reminded of how much I love my job. :)

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As we sailed off into the sunset, we all got down the the business of celebrating…  stay tuned for the party tomorrow!

Just one… // Mickey & Michelle

I had a blast hanging out with these two tonight, enjoying the best view in the world.  Can’t wait to show more from this session!

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Remembering Indie

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When I saw him on the Humane Society’s website, I knew he was the cat I had been looking for.  I love the Siamese breed and couldn’t believe I had found a 9 month old “Meezer.”  I raced down to the shelter and found him in a kennel… with a friend.  It turned out that the reason he was still in the shelter was because he could only be adopted with his “buddy” – a pretty little colorpoint with a serious anxiety issue.  The only way she could get along in the big, scary world was with this gorgeous cat by her side.

I took them home and named them Indie & Stella.  While Stella was cripplingly shy, running from the sound of even a footstep on the stairs, Indie was in your face… literally.  He would head-butt me persistently in his not-so-subtle reminder to pay attention to him.  He was jealous… luring my dates to invite him into their laps and then nipping at them when they went in to pet him.  He would whine incessantly until I gave into his demands.  Anytime I sat down, he would climb into my lap and make himself comfortable.  To put up with him was to love him.

But in spite of his attitude, he was a sweetheart.  He was beautiful, all slinky body and snake-like tail.  He was mischievous, pouncing on Stella when she least expected it and harassing the dogs.  He loved to play fetch and if you wadded up a piece of paper, you’d see him at your feet, waiting expectantly for you to throw it.  He had fangs – his teeth didn’t quite fit in his mouth, giving him a vampiric look.  He was sweet, loving it when I lifted the coverlet on my bed so he could burrow closer to the side of my body.  He was definitely my cat, following me around like a shadow, expressing frustration when something like a door (or a dog) prevented him from being at my side.

For the last month and a half, he has been so sick.  He hated the cat carrier, knowing that it would mean yet another trip to the vet and new medication.  Maybe it was his stubborness, but he never responded to any of it.  And finally, we exhausted all of our options.  So this morning, I said goodbye.  I don’t know what to do without my sweet bully of a cat wanting to be in my arms and in my face.  I have a feeling Stella is pretty lost too.  It’s a comfort to know that he is no longer in pain, but we’re already missing our boy.

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Gresham, Oregon // The Chickens

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Yesterday I mentioned that I’ve really been interested in the whole urban farming movement including, self-reliance, sustainability, and organic produce.  I’ve also been reading about folks who have started their own backyard barnyard experiments, raising anything from chickens and ducks to pigs and rabbits.  While I am not yet ready to trade in my city-girl slingbacks for farming togs, I REALLY like the idea of building a coop and having a couple of egg layers around.

On my last day in Gresham, we got together with my family one last time for dessert and conversation at my Uncle Billy’s house, down the road from my grandmothers’.  For as long as I can remember, my Uncle Billy has had animals normally found on a farm.  (When I was four years old, I vaguely remember the experience of milking one of his goats.  It was so neat to see the young cousins now getting to experience what my four year old self did.)  When he said that he was raising chickens, I got so excited.  In addition to picking his brain for chicken-raising info, I also got to take a few photos of the hens.

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The rest of Uncle Billy’s yard is gorgeous and lush.  It borders a tree farm and there are fields of greenery for miles.  Also, his wife, my aunt Peggy, is a great decorator and has infused their home and property with a sense of welcome and charm.

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Toward the end of our visit, I stalked little Luka, who wasn’t too busy playing in the garden to pay me some attention…

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Up next… the final installment of the Oregon trip!