Most of my clients hire me over email. So I’m always amazed at how truly amazing they are when I finally meet them in person for the first time! In short, Sade and Brent are just captivating. They are GORGEOUS, down to earth, and fascinating. Sade grew up in Nigeria, and Brent grew up in New Mexico in a tent. They met at Quantico. I mean, seriously? How do you amazing people find me??? I felt like I must have sitting there, with my mouth on the table listening to their incredible stories, about themselves, about each other. And I just can’t WAIT to shoot their wedding in Northern California. I feel so so blessed to have their lovely faces and stories to look forward to. I had such an AWESOME time with you both!! woo hoo!
Monthly Archives: February 2011
What better way to start the New Year and keep warm in this creepily cold and snowy winter most of us are having, than a warm family wedding like this one. And who knew that Queens was so delightfully charming, in the outer reaches of Forest Hills! Don’t get me wrong, I am a QNS4LIFE kind of girl, but still. So, in addition to the fact that The Two Man Gentlemen Band played music at the wedding, my dear friend Emma helped me drag around all my equipment, and Michelle and Mike’s friends and family sincerely made me feel like one of them; to start this year (my FOURTH year as a wedding photographer – TIME FLIES!!), with such a sincere, deeply loving family in such an intimate setting was really the best thing ever. Longest sentence ever. Oh well. It’s all about the pictures, anyway .
Growing up in sunny so cal, snow was always such a novelty. I remember once when it snowed for 10 minutes briefly in the foothills of Rancho Cucamonga. It was 30 degrees out side, and in our shorts, flip flops and t shirts, me and a few strangers sat on the hoods of our cars, laughing joyously and looking up at the incredible and curiously snowing sky. That was the first time I ever saw snow fall, and I was 19 years old. The foothills of those mountains obliged the bare minimum required to invite the snow to fall, and 15 minutes later our little winter wonderland turned into soppy rain. It was only a glimpse, just enough to see that yes, indeed, snow falls. You silly Californians, get over it.
Now husbone and I have relegated ourselves to New York City commuters, making a home in a tiny town in Western Massachusetts (the only state with mandated healthcare, I might add), and I never EVER thought I’d say this. Snow, you are lovely, you make the world so pretty and I could stare out the windows all day at your pillows wafting down from the sky. But I am sick of you. Mostly because my little car I bought in Cali with the same tires she wore on those sun-bleached highways has no desire to make it up any sort of snowy incline at the moment. And so. It’s probably best. Because snow, you are so pretty from the windows, even though you’ve imprisoned me here.
Yes. It’s been a snowy, bitterly cold winter, and it just happens to occur at a time when huz and I have decided to move NORTH of all places. In any case, I’m ALWAYS happy to make pictures in the snow. As long as my little tires can get me there.