We started Beau and Amber's shoot at Pioneer Square, downtown Seattle... right before a baseball game. Which probably wasn't wise but the people loved watching them laugh, kiss and dance. I think it was refreshing to most.
But you see, then they saw me. And their thoughts went form how cute are they to wtf is the photographer doing.
So we move to the Seattle Pier. Aka - Land of tourists. And stuck out like a sore thumb. Because we weren't just amongst the tourists and their small little cameras, but we took up the entire pier with several big cameras, a shouting photographer and a giggley, lovey dovy, touchy couple.
In fact at one point, I saw a tourist take a picture of us taking pictures. Winning.
We loved every moment of our few hours together. At least I know Amber and I did. Beau didn't love it but he didn't hate it either which is always a personal goal of mine.
The sun was setting. It was a bright, clear sky day in the city and it couldn't have been more perfect.
Amber and Beau, the stylin' couple that met at their college summer job, Nordstrom, are getting married at a Vineyard estate in Chelan and asked me to photograph it. First thought was, omg yes. Next thought was at what point can I do a little wine tasting? :)
Meet Hannah and Tyler. The couple who made polar opposites go together like PB&J.
Over the course of five years, the Nordstrom frequenting pageant queen and the country loving hunter/fisherman taught one another their "ways" of life. Obviously, it worked out. Tyler now has a keen sense of style and Hannah takes advantage of any chance to get out in the wilderness...still looking like a hottie in her hunting get-up, if I might add.
Their wedding day was certainly one for the books. Every detail of this wedding was intentional and meaningful; From departing the ceremony in Tyler's dad's Bronco to the vintage, blue lace from Hannah's grandmother's hat that was sewed onto her guarder. Thought was put into every last detail.
Hannah and Tyler are the kind of people you meet and immediately want to see again. Working with people you like makes work, not work at all.
Thank you to all the vendors for making this day magnificent for these love birds // Sydney Baye Photo/Settlers Creek/Sarah Souders/Bonita Floral/Evelyn Mauro/Janet Sonneborn/celestial selections
This is what I call a perfect storm. A confidant woman, hot lingerie, a perfectly balanced modern/earthy home, eucalyptus and a lotta' sexy.
So this will make you chuckle. I don't know how many times I've told one of my boudoir girls to get in this certain position or do this or that, then to quickly tell them, what in God's name was I thinking. Nope. Nope. Nope.
Luckily for both of us, about half the time it actually looks great!
In all honestly, magic happens when both parties trust one another. When my clients are comfortable with me enough to trust me, take my advise and move with it and I am comfortable enough with them to be creative. That's when the greatest photos are made.
Milk Baths // A new found love of mine.
I can tell you as a mom, there are seasons of motherhood where you take four baths a day with your little one and other seasons where you're too busy to even take a deep breath. For me, I cherish every bath with my son. It's a time with just him and I where he snuggles me and is full of joy.
I've discovered milk baths with my clients and I can tell you I;m never turning back. My new all time favorite.
Everyone loves the smell of a newborn baby. There's something about the clean, sweet cotton smell that immediately fills you with joy.
But as all you parents out there know, you aren't full of joy 100% of the time with a newborn. In fact, you're emotional, tired, lost and little perplexed at how difficult it is to take care of your baby.
I Love newborn photos because I genuinely believe they capture nothing but the joy. You can photograph a frustrating moment and it's caught as something beautiful. You can photograph the raw emotion of a mothers tear or subdued smile and you see the photo as powerful love, not sadness.
Changing a baby can be hard, yet when you are photographed changing your baby it's nothing but precious.
Some mamas struggle with postpartum depression. I know I did bug time. Yet when I look at the pictures of James and I when he was just born, all I see is the love I have for him. I don't see the sadness, the sleep deprivation and everything else that makes having a newborn so challenging.
Babies are a gift form God. I genuinely believe that with all my heart.
When you fall in love with a red head, I'm pretty sure you fall fast and hard, but to quote Einstein, "You can't blame gravity for falling in love." And it just so happens Alex and Shay fell harder than a bowling ball falling from the sky. (Don't let his hair fool you, his beard is totally red)
Alex and Shay had an immediate bond over their love for Christ. They met and less than a year later were engaged. Sounds like my story. No we're not crazy, just in love.
Winter wedding here we come! It's gonna be a winter wonderland with a hue of strawberry.
Chase Honey is a family owned Apiary right here in the little nook we call home, Eastern Washington. Grandpa Harold Chase caught a swarm of bees in 1962 and they buzzed his interest. (That was just about the worst pun I've made, but let's roll with it shall we.) With the help of his dad, Harold built a bee hive and purchased an extractor. 55 years later, Harold's boys and grandkids have taken over the operation and get stung just about every. friggin'. day.
Now enough about their history let me share my experience. Not narcissistic, just super proud of myself for "gearing up" and venturing into the world of a bee keeper. And bear with me, I write like we're chatting over a drink so grammatical errors are my friend. See what I did there? Rraawrrr. Bare with me.
First, we drove a long A#% dirt road to the meeting place right between the middle of nowhere and the railroad tracks. I thought to myself "This makes sense, you wouldn't want your bees buzzin' on over to your neighbors for an afternoon sting. Ya they should be down a long dirt road."
I must admit when we finally arrived, I was completely underwhelmed. All I saw were white boxes tied up in rope. Like, where were the bees? Isn't this an Apiary?
So I get out of the car and was handed a white, creepy bee suite with all sorts of elastic protectors to keep my sleeves and neck tight. My response was something along the naive lines of "No need for that, a few bees don't scare me." He chuckled. He, as in the man in charge. The man that works 50/60 hours a week tending to these bees. Which mind you, HE WAS WEARING A SUIT. Luckily he just thought I was an idiot blond, not a jerk. Subtly laughing, enlightened me. "Each of those white boxes contain thousands (I think 7 to 10 thousand to be exact) of bees and we are about to go open a few" he kindly said. It was about then I nearly shat myself for the first time in that hour. Then humbly and graciously accepted the white, Breaking Bad doppleganger suit.
All suited up lookin' like Walter White and wishing I had a Xanax prescription, we ventured into the Bee Yard. At this point the Apiarist and I are buds. I've proven myself not to be the sweet, cute innocent blond he'd hire to watch his kids that he first thought I was and in fact, more of a weird, overly confident, optimistic woman with a mouth of a sailor (or trucker. tomato tomAto people)
He pulls out a friggin' metal rod that he surly bought from the scary store, where people buy weapons to break into cars and beat people with. Begins to pry open the box and it opens...
I was preparing myself for the ominous reveal of the Bees. Sounds like a good/stupid movie, right?
He calls me closer to look in the box.
"Whats in the boooooooxxxxxxx!!!???"
Anyone? Movie quote for those of you who I've completely lost.
Bees. A mother load of bees. THEE mother load of bees swarm out of the box. At this point I'm elated. My blood pressure has risen, I'm giddier than a school girl and my pits & palms are surely sweating. Finally. I'm a bad a#% photographer in the middle of a Bee Yard. So. Legit.
As I'm photographing I ask him to describe his work day. How does he tend to the bees? Any drama in the hive? Whose the B of the bees? Oh and where is the Queen Bee? I needed to know if she resembled Beyonce. Meh. Kinda. Both have booties on point, a relaxing tune and a colt following.
At that point I'm thoroughly enjoying myself. The bees are absolutely gorgeous up close, I'm loving listening to the details of the Apiarists schedule, I'm getting great, detailed shots. So I do what any sane person would do at an apiary with 100,000 bees. I take off my helmet type thingy to get better pictures. Also I get claustrophobic and that wasn't helping.
Don't get me wrong here, I love Jesus with all my heart but I swear to you he was in the mood for a good laugh. Because the minute I took off that stupid helmut, the bees got pissed. Whatever it was there were these three bees that chased me for I promise you, 10 minutes. As in I ran in circles for 10 minutes kinda laughing, kinda crying, kinda crapping my pants ( I told ya it would happen again) and kinda trying to put my helmet back on like a good girl that follows instructions well. But you see if I followed instructions I wouldn't have been in that mess to begin with. All while listing to my buddy over yonder chuckling as he tells me once a bee decides to sting you, he'll chase you till he does. So there I was. Running in circles, punching bees. That will surely offend someone and if that person is you, It's called survival. I'd like to see you bow with a
"Namaste" when bees are after you.
Makes for a great story though. And I never got stung. Straight Ninja.
Long story short. Sorry too late for that. This was such an experience. Sweaty palms & pits and all. I would do it again in a heart beat.
And the bee yard I just told you about, Chase honey has over 70 of them spread across the Pacific Northwest. And I thought I was a busy bee... :)
Chase Honey has been around for 55 years because of those of you that choose to support local. How incredible that Harold started making honey when he was 10 years old and now his sons and grandkids make it, and provide jobs for people in our community.
Support local my friends!
A big thanks to Chase Honey for allowing myself, a photographer representing the locally owned, community health food store, Pilgrims Market, come photograph your Apiary.
Remember those red heads I raved about a while back? Well they got married this winter and it couldn't have been more frigid cold or perfect.
Their day was filled with prayer, laughter and puffy jackets. At one point, the three of us simply listened to music in my car with the heat cranked because I told them their smiles were too frozen.
I love this couple and was fortunate enough to have been able to get to know them throughout their engagement season.
Alex and Shae, here's to warmer days and your beautiful future together! Love you guys.
My very first destination wedding. Wow. First, to know someone had faith in my skills to fly me across the Pacific Ocean... feels good. Then to get there and fall in love with the lush island of Kauai and my bride and groom. Really doesn't get much better.
Within the first 20 minutes of being with this family, I asked if anyone had a book to place the rings on top of for a picture. The mother of the bride shouted "I might have 50 Shades of Grey!" I knew It was going to be a good day from then on.
I've yet to cry in a ceremony until this day. "I promise to love you like my own" each parent said to the others children. Not a dry eye in this room.
Tonia & James are the couple I would choose to hang out with. They're kind, sincere, funny as hell and slightly crude. My kinda people.
Their kids bring joy, chaos and laughter and there's no question this new family loves each other deeply.
One of my all time favorite shoots. Boudoirs are are wonderful in the sense that they allow women to feel confident and womanly.
Pregnancy boudoirs do that for my clients but on a much greater scale. I can tell you from experience that I felt far from confidant and sexy when I was pregnant. I needed to feel womanly, courageous and beautiful and that't exactly what a maternity boudoir does.
High School Seniors. They know everything there is to know. What's not to love?
Their hungry for adventure, anticipating adulthood, starving for "freedom," and my personal favorite, still so desperately need their parents guidance, love and affirmation.
The greatest part of Senior photos is watching my little objects rip up their cool cards, letting down their walls and simply having a good time.
If I can just chirp one piece of wisdom into these impressionable little humans and boost their confidence slightly, I am grateful.