My baby is two. I suppose that means she’s not technically my baby anymore. But since I’m pretty sure I’ll be calling her my baby girl until she’s old and grey – it is what it is.
Last night Mike and I had a consultation with a wonderful couple whose wedding we will be photographing this August. During our conversation, the bride thanked me for something that we’ve heard many times over the last couple years – including people who aren’t “supermodel material” in our portfolio and showing that everyone can be beautiful. On top of that, she thanked me for including the images prominently on my website and not hiding them in some dark corner. She told us that she had done her comparison shopping carefully before meeting with us. Knowing that just made me stop to think about how hard it is to find photos of plus size brides out there, especially in use as portfolio material. For that matter, what about larger grooms? Or interracial couples? Or same sex couples? So I went looking.
The last couple weeks Mike and I have been busy participating in a couple local wedding shows. One was at The Manor in Everett, the other was out at Countryside Meadows in Arlington. Both shows had lots of great vendors, and when I had a chance I snuck away from the booth to grab some photos.
So here’s the deal. I’m a casual fan. I’ll just admit that right now. I don’t live and breathe Seahawks like some of my friends. You won’t find photos of me in blue and green all over my facebook news feed all winter long. I don’t watch every game. But the Seahawks have been my football team since before I even really cared about football. I grew up in southern Washington, and just like the Mariners and Trailblazers, they were the closest team in their sport to me, and therefore I was their devoted fan. Root for the Cowboys or the Lakers? I don’t THINK so. I didn’t care about stats or whether or not they were actually good – they were my “hometown team.”
We participate in a group of wedding vendors called the Snohomish Wedding Guild, and last night was our January meeting to kick off the new year, held out at Swans Trail Farm. I’d been out to the farm for company picnics and the pumpkin patch, but never over on their event side. I have to say it really is a great location!
After an amazing and mouth-watering dinner by Hook and Ladder BBQ and great drinks by Clearview Spirits & Wines, we got down to business. And then it was time for desserts by Hey Sweets (so not good for my diet, but so worth it!), and beer pong. Yes, beer pong. Only, without the beer, but that was ok. This was by far one of the funnest meetings I’ve been to in a while! See you in March, everyone!
A totally sweet series of pictures that I’m totally jealous aren’t of me!
In 2012, I had the priviledge of photographing this beautiful couple while they were still the the throes of just-engaged bliss. We decided to go out to the lighthouse in Mukilteo because it was a nice scenic area with lots of variety. The bride-to-be looked stunning in her white sundress, while the future groom looked cool and casual. The white brick walls on the adjacent building provided a perfect backdrop for some fun, more urban moments.
Every October, Mike and I cut all ties to reality for a few days and get away somewhere for our anniversary. We’ve managed to do this every year since we got married
Because I said so. The End.
Alright, I’ll be serious. Well, not sarcastic at the very least. That’s all I can promise.
I love black and white photos. My walls are covered with them. Don’t mistake this to mean that I think color photographs are second best, because I love color too. However, there is just something about a well done black and white image that speaks to my soul. Black and white photography was where I learned to be more than just a snapshot photographer, and it has always been a part of how I look at the world when I am photographing it, even when I am working in color.
I can’t count how many times I’ve heard that now, or some variant of it. Undoubtedly, at some point during the day of the wedding, I will hear it. It may be a thankful bridesmaid who can’t quite figure out a bustle, a bride thankful that baby wipes are generally good at getting dirt off of hemlines, or a groom that doesn’t know which side the boutonniere is supposed to be pinned on (the left). They always seem so amazed, like I’m some magical fountain of knowledge.