Posted on June 29, 2012
You can’t plan for everything.
For evening sessions, I bring flashes in case there are delays. I track the weather all day, and look for sheltered nooks in case it rains we decide to go ahead with the shoot anyway. I carry bug spray and baby wipes. I watch the sun and position my clients accordingly. I try to make them comfortable and keep them laughing and laid back.
And all that preparation (plus, of course, the most important component: awesome clients) generally makes for adorable shots like this. Philip had just popped the question the night before, so he and Alana had that wonderful newly-engaged glow.
But we had no contigency plan for Drunk Guy with an Elvis Statuette.
At first I was so absorbed in my clients and the sunlight that I was only vaguely aware of the thing bobbing in the background of the photo. Even after I realized the person was photobombing deliberately, I didn’t know what it was. It was only after we started walking again that I realized it was Elvis, 2 or 3 feet tall, in a tux.
One brief time is funny, haha, but the guy didn’t want to quit. Maybe another time we’d have stopped and gotten a photo with Elvis. But we were racing the light and didn’t really have another minute to spare for anyone, even The King.
Viva La Myrtle.
Posted on June 13, 2012
Taking a quick break from wediting (editing a wedding) to report that blackberries (or “lots of tiny blueberries allllllll together”, as she calls them) are apparently a big hit.
Posted on June 10, 2012
1) I am doing a quick edit on images from Jane’s first surfing lesson this morning. So much fun! Never mind getting excited when she got up; I squee’d like an idiot from the moment he put the leash around her ankle. I’ll probably blog them tomorrow.
Speaking of Jane, I just noticed this on Uncentered’s Facebook page:
Isn’t that sweet? It was a win-win, too, because in addition to helping someone in need, (their belongings were lost in the Goose Creek apartment complex fire) and donating some of her beloved clothes (including her very favorite shirt-she insisted) , she also cleaned out her drawers of all the adorable preppy clothes I favor and she isn’t interested in. You can raise the girl in the Lowcountry but you can’t make her wear madras plaid.
Please head over, check them out, and “Like” their page. You never know when they’ll need something you have!
2) After a weekend with You Don’t Know Jacques by OPI on my toes, I realized that this color resonates with me because it’s the exact color of pluff mud. Relatedly, in terms of hue, my husband and I ate at Il Cortile Del Re on King Street Friday night. He highly recommends the lobster ravioli, and as a connaisseur of caprese salads, I can say that theirs is absolutely fantastic.
Anyway, he was telling me a story about an old couch that wasn’t gray and wasn’t brown but was somewhere in between. “Right, I said. ‘Taupe.”
“Yeah,” he says. “That in between color.”
“It’s taupe. Now you know the correct term! Try it out.”
“Yeahhh…” he says, “That color between gray and brown.”
Maybe real men don’t say taupe.
3) There is a chocolatier in Charleston. Like, a dude who uses fresh high quality ingredients and whips up chocolate bars and sauces in his kitchen, and hand-delivers them to select merchants. How did I not know this? How was this not #1 on my list? I tried the Sea is for Caramel. Just doing my part to support local small businesses. And, you know. Antioxidants.
Check it out. The packaging alone is worth buying a bar. I didn’t want to take off the paper.
Posted on June 8, 2012
So a group of online photographer friends around the country and the world decided it would be fun to create our own blog circle.
I’ve seen several examples around the ‘net and I love seeing personal life through all different sorts of perspectives and styles. I want to be able to view not only what people are doing in their homes, but how they choose to depict it. (OK, that sounds stalkerish, but you know what I mean.)
This month, our assignment is a square crop. There are several of us participating while we get it off the ground, and then we’ll add more participants each month.
(Confession: I didn’t actually measure out a square crop. I eyeballed it.)
(Confession II: There may be some wonky links this first day/month. I mean, we’re not neurophysicists, here, people.)
This is May, this morning, still in her pajamas.
She’s not feeling awesome.
This is freelensed.
This is Tallulah. She’s not feeling very well either, in the Cone of Shame. She lost a skirmish with the neighbor’s cat.
Mantle. As far as I know it feels fine. I snapped this last night for no reason, and just threw it in here today. The bowl under the candle is full of Starbucks coffee grounds. I was hoping the candle heat would infuse and waft the coffee aroma, but I’m not sure it works. (Even though Pinterest assured me that it would!)
I got the carved wood blocks for like $4 at a garage sale and I adore them. My daughter Jane did the zebra in art last year. I love him.
For the next stop in the circle, please go to Atlanta wedding photographer Zachary Long :
Posted on June 7, 2012
May is 3, and can be accordingly quirky. We’ve been growing her bangs out for-what-8 months?
They were just tucking behind her ear, but she doesn’t like to wear it that way. She’s also not big on the whole thing where we brush it, wash it, style it, make it not look like a rat’s nest.
Rather than deal with daily negotiations and painful rubber bands and howling, fat-fist-shaking recriminations, and after a lot of wishy washy thought (seriously, it’s ridiculous, how long I contemplated the bangs-or-no-bangs thing) I granted her request for “Dora hair.”
And I think she rocks it.
(C.R. and I got summer cuts too but I haven’t taken pictures yet. Plus my hair pretty much looks the same no matter what.)
(After helping herself to my makeup bag. Asking for permission= feh.)
Posted on June 4, 2012
Fun with passenger vans:
I posted a few more sneak preview images of this wonderful wedding I photographed this weekend over on my Facebook page.
Go check them out!