Posted on May 14, 2015
Kate and Jonathan were married in the small garden at his mother’s home on Broad Street and took a horse and carriage ride to their reception at the Carolina Yacht Club.
I’ve always been outspoken about my love for weddings at home, so I was thrilled to be there. There’s such a lighthearted, personal feel.
Kate asked for very minimal posed photos and lots of candid moments. I was happy to do that, and their whole crew made it so easy, especially with all the adorable, camera-happy little ones running around!
Posted on January 6, 2015
I get nervous before every shoot.
We all do.
It’s a great thing-it keeps us on our toes. Packing lists to triple-check, meeting someone new, and the generalized anxiety of our responsibility to you and your family. It’s never something we take lightly, going into it.
Yet when I return from a wedding or family session, my husband will joke,
“Let me guess. They were the nicest and most interesting group you’ve ever met. They were ‘totally precious and you just adored them all’, right?”
Yep. That’s how it always works.
Your hugs, expressions, inside jokes, even the way you squabble. Each group has a unique fingerprint.
I can’t really explain it, but I think you are ALL the cat’s pajamas.
Some sessions and weddings have been blogged already, and a few weddings are still pending publication elsewhere, but here’s Part One one of a sampling of my 2014 work that I haven’t yet shared:
Posted on January 15, 2014
I have a confession.
When I was planning my wedding, there were scarce options available on the web for inspiration. I used The Wedding Channel to gather ideas. Thinking about it now, it’s a wonder that Pinterest and wedding blogs didn’t get invented sooner, because it was a fairly inefficient planning tool. But the plus side was that all the women there read each others’ journals and many became friends.
I know this sounds like chick lit, but it’s true: now, 12-ish years later, many of us are still in touch. Over the years the group has had meetups all over the country.
We’ve career trajectoried and marathoned and roller derbied and surrogate birthed triplets and published and cooked and cleaned and carpooled. We met Vince Vaughn in a restaurant in New Orleans. Some of us lost months of our sanity to babies who refused to sleep at night, and argued about how to turn that disaster around. Others decided having a dog was more their speed. We’ve shelved Elves and planted gardens and learned to totter around and cope (or just given up) when, for heaven’s sake, every year, the heels get higher and higher. Feuds, bff’s, divorces, renovations, exotic vacations, incredible opportunities, and, sadly, departures.
We lost a hell of a woman to metastatic breast cancer in December. Quite possibly the wittiest, smartest, gorgeous-est one of us all.
A few of us decided to meet up in Beaufort to honor her.
And typical of our little subclan, our idea of collective grief involved handcrafted cocktails, great food, lots of laughs, and a viewing of I Love You, Man.
Laters on the menjay, dear C. You were a revelation.
Posted on January 3, 2014
The weekend after Christmas, I met up with a lovely family for portraits downtown.
They were running a few minutes late, so I had an ideal unexpected block of time to try my hand at street photography. It’s one of my favorite genres, but due to time constraints, I have virtually no experience with it.
However, I needed to stay in one place so I’d know when the family arrived, so my challenge was to shoot from a static position.
I think serendipitously being in that situation led me to notice the traffic and vibe on King in a way that I’m not sure I have in a long time. I wasn’t attempting to anticipate or frame moments or being proactive about composition; I just photographed whatever happened by and looked unique or interesting.
It was a great way to spend 7 minutes.
Here, the woman in the scarf walked out of the door and called, “I was told to grab the woman in the red sweater?”
I couldn’t understand the context of their conversation thereafter but thought it was a wonderfully Charleston vignette.