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
Randy and I had an amazing getaway this past weekend to Ucluelet and Tofino with his best friend Mark and his wife Kim. Randy is originally from the Comox Valley on Vancouver Island (where Mark and Kim still live) and we had been there all week staying with Randy’s Mom. Tofino is located on the very-most western point of Vancouver Island (basically… the west coast of the west coast!) and it’s quite the trek from the Vancouver area – a full day of travel. But from Comox Valley? It’s only a three hours drive! The best.
sometimes you meet someone and something magical happens– you know you have a friend for life. sarah barlow & i met over three years ago–and after spending ten days together [i did an mini-internship with her] it was firmly decided controlling our laughter would forever be an unsuccessful effort. we don’t try anymore. i can’t walk in a straight line when i am with her, my laughter doubles me over and i criss-cross down the trail/street/hallway–wherever we find ourselves attempting to walk. ;) she isn’t much better and most of our evenings together are spent rapping along to some of our favourite hits like kiss me thru the phone or super bass. we look back on the four trips we’ve spent together… and decided we have matured a tad [pat on the back]–usually our times together produce horrific video after horrific video that we find hilarious but the internet cries over. we didn’t make any videos this time. we just took some photos. & then we decided to act like the respectable, classy, confident women we are for a few–instead of whatever was going on in the previous photos. my outfit that travel day was hilarious. lumberjack central.
for three days and three nights, tofino rained on us. the first forty-eight hours of our seventy-two hour trip, i got lucky and the precipitation stopped for ten minutes twice. in those tiny pockets of time, my running shoes were laced & i was out the door. sarah & i stayed in a tiny cottage nestled two hundred feet up from the beach: constructed entirely from rustic wood and filled with a smell reminiscent of home cooking. not mine–somebody else’s.