Tim & Michelle : Estes Park Vows

Tim and Michelle could hardly have chosen a more scenic spot for this wedding.  Estes Park has long been one of my favorite little Colorado towns.  My good friend Lauren and I spent countless summers horseshowing in Estes Park, and invariably would crash a wedding at the Stanley Hotel every time.  It was good to be at a wedding in Estes Park where we actually knew the bride and the groom.

The wedding itself was really lovely, a small ceremony with a big view.  The thing I was least prepared for in this whole experience was the pure volume of photos.  I feel as though I’ve been organizing and editing these photos for months.  The good thing about having taken 3,500 shots?  I have more than a few favorites.

I’ll let the photos speak for themselves.

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[A quick side note: Lauren made these centerpieces, and can custom make + send them anywhere.  If you know anyone who needs some fabulous custom cut paper centerpieces, email Lauren]

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Sleep Cycles

There have been a lot of changes around here, changes that I’ll write about when the time is right.

Between editing wedding photos, a jam-packed week of dog shoots, and the aforementioned changes I’m finding it difficult to find time to sleep.  Kinley doesn’t appear to be having that problem.  She, for one, is getting a good 20 hours of sleep a day.

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Expect a monstrous wedding post tomorrow.  And no, I haven’t forgotten about the rest of those pesky trip reports.  They’re coming.  Eventually.

Vala & Heimdall

Vala (age 9) and Heimdall (age 7) were both really lovely; they were the kind of dogs that make a session easy.  Heimdall sat in my lap within the first five minutes I was there, a seemingly physically impossible feat considering he outweighs me by about 40 lbs, but he managed.  He positions himself just right, backs up until his rump is hovering over your knees, and has a seat.  It’s endearing.

This is Heimdall:

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And Vala:

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After shooting a little bit at the house we walked several blocks to a nearby park, both dogs off leash (and perfectly well behaved).  We encountered a cop, who crossed the street towards us when he saw our little procession.  I was sure he’d berate us for not having the dogs on leash, but instead he spent 20 minutes sitting with Heimdall and Vala, entertaining us with stories about his Saint Bernard.  He laughed easily and obviously loved the dogs.  I wish all cops were like this.

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A few favorites from the park:

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And some retro shots I am particularly fond of:

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Tim & Michelle (Sneak Preview)

I photographed my first wedding last weekend.  Well, that’s not entirely true, depending on where you stand politically.  I did photograph a reception for a gay couple that was married in California back when it was legal last fall.  (On a side note, that experience profoundly influenced me; this particular couple had been together for twenty three years.  And they still wanted to get married. I don’t know many couples–gay or straight–who’ve been together that long and are still madly in love.  In my book, that’s something to strive for).

Anyway, this wedding was the whole shebang, and I had a blast.  I was skeptical about shooting a wedding.  I don’t do particularly well with crowds or large groups of people that move slowly and are impossible to organize.  And I really don’t do well with people thrive on stress.  I am laid back and like my subjects to be that way, too.  I came away from this experience certain of three things: 1. I definitely want to do more weddings, but 2. I can only work with brides + grooms who are laid back, and 3. I would really like them to have a sense of humor.

Here are a few of my favorites so far:

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(It helps when your best friend is the groom’s sister, and is willing to be as ridiculous as you want her to be in front of the camera).

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More to come in the next week or so!  (And lots of dogs to share, too).

Tackling the Dreaded Trip Report

The promised gargantuan travel post has been hovering over my head, constantly reminding me of my inability to cram 21 days of adventure into one cohesive post.  I have finally reached the conclusion that the best–the only–way to approach posting about my trip is to do it in sections.  I’ll feel much better about tackling just one location at a time (and I’m skipping the French Riviera because I sort of did a mini post on that already), and you’ll feel much better knowing you won’t incur an early case of arthritis trying to scroll down through all the photos and itty bitty text that would surely be involved with an exhaustive post about the whole thing.

So here we are, Trip Report #1: Cinque Terre.  Perched on seaside cliffs in Western Italy, Cinque Terre is a collection of five tiny fishing villages.  The water is brilliant blue, the vegetation a startlingly green, and each and every village is chock full of charm.  I’m a small town girl to begin with so it’s no surprise that I fell completely and utterly in love with the area.   Contributing to my infatuation with Cinque Terre was the fact that there were dogs everywhere.  Dogs are allowed on the trains in Italy (and maybe other parts of Europe as well?), so many of the European tourists had their dogs with them.  And, like Scotland, the dogs are allowed everywhere, places we American’s wouldn’t dream of taking our dogs, knowing full well we’d be scorned for endangering health codes, places like restaurants and bars.  It’s heaven!  And nobody has their dog on a leash, which doesn’t matter because by golly, those dogs stay right by their owners at all times.  I am totally fascinated by this phenomena, why are American dogs on average so poorly behaved compared to their European counterparts?  (I am most certainly including my dogs in the poorly-behaved-American-dog category; just this morning they opened the front door themselves and went on a squirrel hunt through the neighborhood).

I am going to keep scenic photos to a minimum (this is, after all, primarily a dog blog), but if you are wanting to see more, they will soon be posted on my Flickr page.

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Favorites for last:

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Trip Report #1: done and done.