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
if you’ve read part one and part two of our belfast adventures, you should have come to the conclusion that the only highlights of belfast, for kristen and i, were roslynn’s maternity session and FOOD. our absolute, absolute favourite restaurant of belfast and of the entire trip was at made in belfast restolounge. made in belfast has two locations, city hall and cathedral quarter–we had lunch at the city hall location on wellington street.
i’ve said it before on my blog and i’ll certainly say it again. one of my favourite ways to experience a new city is to photograph someone in it. once kristen and i nailed down our travel itinerary, i was off in search of belfast/dublin folks to photograph. through my friends jason and rachael, i received roslynn’s name–roslynn is jason’s sister-in-law, married to his brother. it should also be noted that my best friends leanne [and sam] come into the mix, as sam is rachel’s brother. connections all over.
what a weird day, kristen repeats, over square plates of mediocre chow mien noodles with various kinds of chicken/beef/pork and a few mushy vegetables on the side. i mean, look at this. we’re at an unlimited chinese buffet because it’s the only place we could find open, listening to a justin beiber remix on repeat, in northern ireland. — and i’m confused. apparently i should have stayed in canada.
we weren’t sure what to think about you. after a five a.m. wake up call, an hour flight, a bus that stopped every block for a full hour, a missed train, a two hour wait at the ugly connolly rail station in dublin and a two hour train [with a woman coughing out her guts and moaning in a seat nearby] you greeted us with gray skies, rain and humidity at four o’ clock. we walked over a mile, dragging our suitcases [mine graciously tagged “heavy” by aer lingus], balancing our backpacks, carrying our laptops through your noisy, dirty streets. we stopped every two minutes, mumbling hold on, change, as we shifted suitcases from right to left, laptops from left to right.