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
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.
traveling with only the use of public transportation is a very different experience for me. i love road trips with my own car, when i am in full control of when the wheels leave and when the wheels stop. i don’t control buses or trains and have no resume in this whole transit world. kristen and i knew we wanted to visit st. andrews, a town about ninety kilometres north of edinburgh. a blog reader [who told me about the town] suggested we take the train: she named the station, where we’d need to get a cab at the other end, everything. perfect. except i decided to google for a little more information [i have a hard time fully trusting the first answer is the best answer.] i stumbled upon an eHow page called getting to st. andrews from edinburgh. bingo.