I'm a wedding and portrait photographer living in Vancouver, BC with my husband Randy. I photographed my first wedding when I was only 17 years old - and I've photographed over 200 weddings since! I am an avid bookworm, lover of green tea, pretty nail polish & my Labradoodle Harley. Thanks for visiting!
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Our Love Story
for our first two nights in london, we have been staying at a hotel right near heathrow. it takes an hour to tube into the city, which means we leave in the morning and get back late at night: no breaks to change our clothes, grab a different pair of shoes, rest for a minute or grab a jacket. nothing. that means i’ve been packing a backpack. with a leather jacket for when it gets cold, with my 5d mark 2 and an extra lens, with my iphone and headphones for the tube, with a sudoku book and a pen [for the tube, again] and my wallet and glasses. it’s a lot of stuff. i have to stifle my pride when i am in the city: there are way too many stylish women walking around in beautiful shoes and gorgeous bags. i want to be them. i, however, decided to wear nikes yesterday. yes, with my skinny jeans and my backpack. it was a really hot look.
i don’t understanding this whole royal wedding kafuffle. i don’t know william and kate. do you? oh, you mean you don’t? well, then, why do you all caaaaare so much?! ;) we are simply trying to have a lovely trip to london, which we booked before william & kate announced their engagement and picked their wedding date: and they are raining on our parade. i’m half-kidding but i have no idea what to expect. we were sitting in the club lounge of our hotel watching BBC when they showed a clip from princess diana’s wedding. those were some crowded streets. i’m going to lose my mother and father in those streets. i’m scared. we’ll see what friday is like.
it’s monday night. my back is propped up against two white pillows, my macbook pro rests on my lap, rita springer singing when i think about the lord on my itunes in the background. occasionally, i feel like lifting up my hands or semi-fist-pumping out to the side [not to the sky… too dramatic] along with the beat of the song. so i do. nobody’s here to watch. now i got my head into it and it’s moving from left to right. this is starting to look very similar to my signature car dance.
ahh, i’m getting butterflies now. i just want to see him! kelly put her hand to her heart then tried to shake it off, her hands out to her side. are you texting him right now? kelly! somebody take her phone away from her! — i was just quickly, but now i need to co-ordinate something else: i need it still, i need it. i’ll stop. ;) adoooorable.