Cheers to the new issue of Southern Weddings Magazine on stands now. It was the beginning and end of my modeling career, but Ali Harper is one talented lady and I was tickled to be in front of her camera. If you are in search of lovely wedding inspiration be sure and grab a glossy copy at your local news stand.
The beautiful styling for this amazing afternoon by Blue-Eyed Yonder.
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This session happened on a whim. Honestly, it was put together in less than 24 hours. That never ever happens unless you are a true “go-getter” like Kristy. She pulled together a hair and make-up appointment, perfect outfits for her sweet family of 4 and a long country drive to the farm without even batting an eye. It’s official…she trumps me in the “type-A” department, and is my hero.
Kristy has been a friend of mine for 8 years. We met when I had the real honor of photographing her wedding to Jeremy several years ago. Their family has grown since then and the anticipation of the addition of their 3rd son, Silas, is such an exciting time and one that I was tickled to capture for them.
Kristy is a fellow photographer and a very talented one at that. I must admit that photographing other photographers is such a joy, but just a little intimidating. There is certainly that wonder of whether or not you will be able to match what is going on in their creative minds, but the reward is so worth the small dose of self doubt.
When we threw this session together, Kristy mentioned that she was styling Silas’ nursery in sheep and longhorns. It was like it was simply meant to be because I’ve been eyeballing a neighbor’s pasture full of longhorns for several weeks and this gave me that final push to go ahead and ask permission to jump the fence and get up close and personal with these fellas.
Honestly, we were all in heaven. It was so much fun and this entire session was magic.
I wish that I could share all of it with you, but it will just have to wait until her Christmas cards have been delivered.
Until then, this is my stunning friend Kristy and a few of our handsome neighbors.
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Because this blog is in desperate need of some pretty and I haven’t seen Halle in at least 3 years.
There is so much more from this session, but I wouldn’t want to be the one to spoil the Christmas card.
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Incredibly honored to have an article and photos about our lives in farm country featured in this month’s issue of Somerset Life Magazine.
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On occasion I stumble across an article and I find myself thinking the exact same thing as the author, but I struggle with expressing it as well as he or she has.
This article was in the Atlanta Journal a couple of weeks ago and I have been dying to share it because I just couldn’t have said it any better myself; however, I did not grow up in California and I may not feel quite as strongly about autumn, but the article sure gave me a good laugh.
Here is the article in its entirety:
I’LL SAY WHAT FEW WILL ADMIT: I REALLY DO NO LIKE AUTUMN
Might as well out myself now.
What I’m about to confess is totally politically incorrect, against popular thinking, and gasp, even prejudiced.
I don’t like fall. Or autumn. Or whatever you want to call it.
I don’t like it.
You, who are giddy about chillier temperatures, start of football, changing leaves.
You, who get goosies just thinking about putting on that first turtleneck.
You, who feel like slipping into boots instead of flip flops is like reuniting with an old friend.
Uh, yeah. I’m not one of you.
I will admit there is something to look forward to in the fall. Making my grandmother’s sweet potato casserole at Thanksgiving.
Okay. I’m done.
Here’s the deal: you simply lose me at chillier temperatures.
I am in full fledged love with warm summer days.
Often in July, I’ll hear the lead story on news, “The city swelters through another blistering heat wave!”
This is always news to me, because while the rest of the town is apparently melting a communal hot flash.
I just think what a wonderful day it was.
Warm summer nights are even better.
I grew up in California, where even the hottest day leads to a marine coolness coming on shore at night and the necessary sweatshirt.
Where I live now, it can easily stay in the 80s well into the evening.
Tank tops under a full moon.
That’s my kind of high fashion.
So while members of my own family get giddy with the changing seasons and oncoming cooler temps, I start to feel a slight panic attack.
Why don’t you, Fall Lover, realize that a dip into the low 60s is simply a gateway drug to what’s coming?
Snow, Ice and short dark days. Ugh.
It’s enough to make me want to burrow in my flannel jammies, sheepskin slippers, down comforter and electric blanket.
I am prejudiced against certain season.
I rank them.
Summer is my best friend because heat is like a big hug.
Spring is a distance second. Beautiful, hopeful as to what’s coming, but can be 0h-so-fickle and tricky.
Fall, see above.
Winter, Cruel, Unforgiving winter. I am of the belief that snow is something you should visit, not live in.
And by visit, I mean like for a delightful ski weekend with a gorgeous Swiss ski instructor named “Sven.”
Judge me if you will, Dear Reader.
Dis-invite my cold, cranky fall self from your Thanksgiving Dinner.
But, know what I know.
That you, yourself, have your own season biases, as well.
And because you are so wonderful about staying in touch with me, I can see my inbox flooding right now with your seasonal rankings.
I’ll read them as soon as my heated keyboard and super sonic space heather thaw my frozen fingers.
That may have been the longest blog post ever and I didn’t even write it, but here’s to you Daryn Kagan.
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Beautiful. Such a gorgeous location!
