Showing posts with label magic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label magic. Show all posts
Friday, May 6, 2011
One blustery day towards the end of March, while I had Future Husband home for a week between tours, our new friends Josh and Ali from JayLee Photography took us out and shot us.
With their cameras.
Sometime around Birthmas I had posted an ad on Craigslist, seeing if any budding photographers wanted to build up their portfolio with an Engagement Shoot. There was one fellow we were strongly considering, a photographer that had many years experience with architecture and nature shots, but was wanting to transition into the Wedding business. And then Josh and Ali came along. Already quite seasoned in the biz, they offered to do a shoot with us, and we couldn't resist after seeing their beautiful photography.
Having dabbled in photography in college, it's hard for me to not look at someone's work and immediately start critiquing it, even if I like it. I don't mean to imply that I could do any better, it's just simply that I know the technical side of what goes into a photograph, and it's hard for me to turn off the analytical part of my brain. I'll wish they'd used a different aperture, or shutter speed, or hadn't gone crazy with the photoshopping. With Josh and Ali's work, I don't do that. I look at it, and feel something first. So much so that it takes real effort for me to critique it. Their photos are full of whimsy and romance, and seem to capture the essence of the couples they work with. Their pictures aren't posed and plasticine. They are all little views into candid, happy moments with the couples they worked with.
Needless to say, Future Husband and I were massively excited about working with them. And we were not let down. Some of these pictures even moved me to tears, they so well captured FH and I.
You can see a nice selection of our shoot here. Though I highly recommend checking out their portfolio. You won't be disappointed.
We were so happy with the shoot, even if it was wet, cold and windy (it's Seattle, what else would it be?) and thrilled with the photos that came from it. Thank you so much, Josh and Ali!!!
With their cameras.
Sometime around Birthmas I had posted an ad on Craigslist, seeing if any budding photographers wanted to build up their portfolio with an Engagement Shoot. There was one fellow we were strongly considering, a photographer that had many years experience with architecture and nature shots, but was wanting to transition into the Wedding business. And then Josh and Ali came along. Already quite seasoned in the biz, they offered to do a shoot with us, and we couldn't resist after seeing their beautiful photography.
Having dabbled in photography in college, it's hard for me to not look at someone's work and immediately start critiquing it, even if I like it. I don't mean to imply that I could do any better, it's just simply that I know the technical side of what goes into a photograph, and it's hard for me to turn off the analytical part of my brain. I'll wish they'd used a different aperture, or shutter speed, or hadn't gone crazy with the photoshopping. With Josh and Ali's work, I don't do that. I look at it, and feel something first. So much so that it takes real effort for me to critique it. Their photos are full of whimsy and romance, and seem to capture the essence of the couples they work with. Their pictures aren't posed and plasticine. They are all little views into candid, happy moments with the couples they worked with.
Needless to say, Future Husband and I were massively excited about working with them. And we were not let down. Some of these pictures even moved me to tears, they so well captured FH and I.
You can see a nice selection of our shoot here. Though I highly recommend checking out their portfolio. You won't be disappointed.
We were so happy with the shoot, even if it was wet, cold and windy (it's Seattle, what else would it be?) and thrilled with the photos that came from it. Thank you so much, Josh and Ali!!!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
My other blog was a bit of a cop out, I realize. Especially compared to the meaty goodness of the others. I mean, I could have elaborated on the whole possum fiasco. Like, I didn't realize how adorable they are. With their long, wormy tails and their pointy little faces. They look all cute and soft and cuddly... until they hiss. I shit you not, they hiss like cats, and have fangs the size of my pinkie finger. But that happened yesterday. I want to blog about today.
It's a lovely day. In Loriland, lovely days are gray and drizzly, full of sprinkly rain and fog and coffee. I didn't get much sleep last night, partially due to an overactive imagination, partially due to worrying about my boyfriend's drunk ass. (It was the Drummer's birthday.) So when I was up at an ungodly hour (7effinAM) and unable to go back to sleep, I decided to see if my parents were awake and take them out to breakfast. It ended up being brunch.
With a belly full of scrambled eggs and gravy, I was more than ready for the sleep. But the second my head hit the pillow, I couldn't stop thinking about that hairy guy out west. So I sent a text message, in the hopes that it might get him off my mind enough to help me get some shut eye. He sent one back right away. Apparently I had woken the poor, hungover boy up. An hour later we were getting off the phone, wishing each other luck on our napping endeavors. However, knowing he was safe and sound at home in bag, and hadn't smeared his face across the freeway, I was suddenly wide awake. I blogged a bit, I read, I facebooked. I practiced my guitar. Just as I lay down to try and finally nap, I got a text from Abbi.
As I eventually told her later, I love her more than I love sleep, so I was willing to meet her at our favorite coffee shop. Seriously though, I don't love food more than sleep. Just the other day I didn't let food interrupt my 17 hour sleepfest. I sometimes ask Boyfriend if he wants me to to set our alarm early enough for a quickie before we have to be wherever we have to be. Half the time the consensus is... "Eh.... set it early, and if we hit snooze, oh well." So, yeah. Sometimes I love Abbi more than I love sex. And that's saying something. Sex, Abbi and Sleep. The rotating top three.
So that's where I am now. Sitting with my bestest friend in our favoritest coffee shop, looking out the window at the wet bohemian street that is Brookside. We're both blogging, both drinking dark chocolate mochas with creme de menthe, eating Tim Tams and licking the gooey goodness off our fingertips like 6 year olds. Watching the sky dim and the lights begin to twinkle. Whenever I spend time with Abbi it's magically cinematic. I love her, and I will dearly miss these magnificent rainy evenings.
It's a lovely day. In Loriland, lovely days are gray and drizzly, full of sprinkly rain and fog and coffee. I didn't get much sleep last night, partially due to an overactive imagination, partially due to worrying about my boyfriend's drunk ass. (It was the Drummer's birthday.) So when I was up at an ungodly hour (7effinAM) and unable to go back to sleep, I decided to see if my parents were awake and take them out to breakfast. It ended up being brunch.
With a belly full of scrambled eggs and gravy, I was more than ready for the sleep. But the second my head hit the pillow, I couldn't stop thinking about that hairy guy out west. So I sent a text message, in the hopes that it might get him off my mind enough to help me get some shut eye. He sent one back right away. Apparently I had woken the poor, hungover boy up. An hour later we were getting off the phone, wishing each other luck on our napping endeavors. However, knowing he was safe and sound at home in bag, and hadn't smeared his face across the freeway, I was suddenly wide awake. I blogged a bit, I read, I facebooked. I practiced my guitar. Just as I lay down to try and finally nap, I got a text from Abbi.
As I eventually told her later, I love her more than I love sleep, so I was willing to meet her at our favorite coffee shop. Seriously though, I don't love food more than sleep. Just the other day I didn't let food interrupt my 17 hour sleepfest. I sometimes ask Boyfriend if he wants me to to set our alarm early enough for a quickie before we have to be wherever we have to be. Half the time the consensus is... "Eh.... set it early, and if we hit snooze, oh well." So, yeah. Sometimes I love Abbi more than I love sex. And that's saying something. Sex, Abbi and Sleep. The rotating top three.
So that's where I am now. Sitting with my bestest friend in our favoritest coffee shop, looking out the window at the wet bohemian street that is Brookside. We're both blogging, both drinking dark chocolate mochas with creme de menthe, eating Tim Tams and licking the gooey goodness off our fingertips like 6 year olds. Watching the sky dim and the lights begin to twinkle. Whenever I spend time with Abbi it's magically cinematic. I love her, and I will dearly miss these magnificent rainy evenings.
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- Lori
- Seattle, United States
- During this course of study, you will come to learn much about the strange eating, sleeping and mating habits of the Instrospective Lori under stress. We will observe as she moves halfway across the country to start a life with her own Captain Wentworth, takes a year off of work to pursue a writing career, and incessantly references Jane Austen.