Kelly and Shaun's wedding was back in February at the State Capitol with the reception at Will Roger's Theater. It was such a fun wedding and Kelly and Shaun were a blast to work with. Here is a few of our favorites from the night.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Tatiana
We had the pleasure of photographing the sweet and precious Tatiana. We photographed her parents wedding a couple of years back and we were so excited when Stephanie (mama) emailed me her ultrasound. I knew Tatiana will be amazing, just like her parents! We have done a couple of sessions for her already, and here's a few of our favorites. 
Monday, February 16, 2009
Anna & Mike's January Wedding
This is our very first wedding for 2009! Anna and Mike got married at the Chateau of the Palace event center. All the decor was Anna's vision brought to life by her mom and aunt. It was a beautiful and sweet wedding.
Anna is not a traditional bride, instead of a wedding cake she opted for cup cakes that were by Sara Sara Cupcakes and she also opted to see Mike before the ceremony. At the Chateau, there was this narrow hallway that was kind of private and intimate so we decided to have their first moment there. Mike was a bit uneasy but when he saw Anna, everything was good again in his world. Anna was a vision!
At the reception, Mike being a karaoke king, serenaded his beautiful bride with no other than Michael Buble's "You are my everything". It was so sweeeeet! And Mike should definetly go on American Idol!
They were so much fun to work with and we are so glad that we were part of it.
Here is a couple of images from their engagement session.
Anna's bridal session done at the Sand Plum event center in Guthrie.
Their first moment.
Ice sculptrue by Ideas in Ice.
Friday, February 6, 2009
In Memory of Chelsea
I know this is supposed to be a photography blog, but as this business is so personal and close to our hearts, it is difficult not to share some of the important things that happened in our lives. Recently, something tragic happened to us and Roy wrote this to remember Chelsea, his best friend of 15 years.
"On a cool, Florida winter’s day, December 30th, 1993 to be exact, two incredible things were happening that were going to change my life forever.
My best friend of 16 years, a little terrier mix named Whiskers was nearing the end of his precious life and passed away January 23, 1994 and my soon to be dear, best friend of the next 15 years was being born.
It would be mid February before I would, at the urging of family and friends that I needed a new canine pal, before I would meet this most precious of God’s creations. I had a friend who had the joy of a Dalmatian in his life and I simply fell in love with the breed. I highly recommend this very huggable breed.
Little did I realize just how rewarding and special this new friendship would be. Don’t get me wrong here, when Whiskers died, it was crushing. He was a pal and, quite frankly, a buddy that was always there no matter what and I loved him immensely. But Chelsea was a whole other story.
I found an ad in Panama City’s local paper about a litter of Dalmatian pups for sale. My Mother thought I should go and have a look and that perhaps having a new puppy to take care of would help ease the sting of losing my old pal Whiskers. So on a sunny, Saturday afternoon, we took a drive out to Panama City Beach to visit the pups and their parents.
Oh what an incredible and wondrous sight to behold! Nine roly poly, exuberant, spotted delights roamed a section of the room, just romping and playing and doing the things puppies do together. Now, I had gotten a book on Dalmatians to study up on the breed and wanted (ha!) to seem like I knew what I was doing. Well, when I met Chelsea’s daddy, Chauncie, the book might as well have been in the trash. I was enchanted to say the least. Here was this magnificent, beautiful, stately dog was far more human than some people I know. Chelsea’s mommy, Domino, while a bit haggard from dealing with nine puppies, was every bit a lady in her own right. So after being enchanted by Chauncie and Domino, I climbed into the pen with the puppies.
Now I have a strict rule that a dog or cat must come to me or choose me rather than me choosing them. Out of nine puppies, this precious, tubby little wonder with solid black, indescribably soft and silky ears and spots around her eyes that resembled hearts came waddling over to me. The lady who bred the dogs said that she called this one “little hearts” and was amazed at this marking. This sweet little pup cuddled up to me and of course, I just melted and knew that I needed this most precious of dogs in my life. I was to soon discover and over the years, confirmed time and time again that there was nothing “little” about Chelsea’s heart.
I had to wait a whole three more weeks before I could take her home but visited her every chance I got. Boy was that a long three weeks. But when Chelsea came into my life, it was a great, great day. So her official registered name was “Princess Chelsea of Hearts.” I am not sure why I named her Chelsea though. It was not after a person or character from fiction. That was the name that popped into my head years before that if I were to ever have a Dalmatian, Chelsea would be the name and there she was.
So, fast forward 15 years to February 4, 2009. This is the date that I had to perform the worst duty any pet owner has to face. I had to let her go. After so many years, age, a small stroke and cancer were taking its toll on my precious friend. She was no longer the robust, prancing creature of just a year ago. She was tired and we both knew that our time together was short. On this day I sat with her for a while and reflected on the thousands of moments and memories that we had created together. From her love of popcorn to stealing cheese puffs from a bowl on the kitchen counter to watching this magnificent creature run as if she had wings to fly. From the Christmas mornings that she would rummage through the gifts under the tree looking for something special or her love of a thick, comfy bed….the friendship we shared was almost human and in so many ways, to me, she was a person. A person like her daddy, Chauncie, and her mommy, Domino, whose spirits always echoed in her. Chelsea was an elegant creature and very much a lady.
As I lay on the floor, in front of the fireplace of our home, on her thick, soft, comforter; cocooned in the most surreal of moments. As I held her tightly and felt her sweet life gently and sweetly leave this world to the very last hearbeat; I KNEW that I had the honor of knowing one of the greatest people God ever put on this Earth and knew that the 15 years I had with her were absolutely priceless.
I knew that inviting a Dalmatian into my life would be special but I was not prepared for just how wonderful and incredible an experience this would be. In the absence of Chelsea, I have found a huge, indescribably empty space in my world. I hope to see her again some day. But for now, all of those wonderful, incredible memories are with me and the solace that somewhere out there, a magnificent creature by the name of Chelsea, aka: little hearts, is running as if she were flying, full of life and will be there waiting to greet me with her Dalmatian smile when it is my turn to go home.
You are deeply missed, my precious, spotted puppy.
In Memoriam: Princess Chelsea of Hearts, December 30, 1994 – February 4, 2009"
My best friend of 16 years, a little terrier mix named Whiskers was nearing the end of his precious life and passed away January 23, 1994 and my soon to be dear, best friend of the next 15 years was being born.
It would be mid February before I would, at the urging of family and friends that I needed a new canine pal, before I would meet this most precious of God’s creations. I had a friend who had the joy of a Dalmatian in his life and I simply fell in love with the breed. I highly recommend this very huggable breed.
Little did I realize just how rewarding and special this new friendship would be. Don’t get me wrong here, when Whiskers died, it was crushing. He was a pal and, quite frankly, a buddy that was always there no matter what and I loved him immensely. But Chelsea was a whole other story.
I found an ad in Panama City’s local paper about a litter of Dalmatian pups for sale. My Mother thought I should go and have a look and that perhaps having a new puppy to take care of would help ease the sting of losing my old pal Whiskers. So on a sunny, Saturday afternoon, we took a drive out to Panama City Beach to visit the pups and their parents.
Oh what an incredible and wondrous sight to behold! Nine roly poly, exuberant, spotted delights roamed a section of the room, just romping and playing and doing the things puppies do together. Now, I had gotten a book on Dalmatians to study up on the breed and wanted (ha!) to seem like I knew what I was doing. Well, when I met Chelsea’s daddy, Chauncie, the book might as well have been in the trash. I was enchanted to say the least. Here was this magnificent, beautiful, stately dog was far more human than some people I know. Chelsea’s mommy, Domino, while a bit haggard from dealing with nine puppies, was every bit a lady in her own right. So after being enchanted by Chauncie and Domino, I climbed into the pen with the puppies.
Now I have a strict rule that a dog or cat must come to me or choose me rather than me choosing them. Out of nine puppies, this precious, tubby little wonder with solid black, indescribably soft and silky ears and spots around her eyes that resembled hearts came waddling over to me. The lady who bred the dogs said that she called this one “little hearts” and was amazed at this marking. This sweet little pup cuddled up to me and of course, I just melted and knew that I needed this most precious of dogs in my life. I was to soon discover and over the years, confirmed time and time again that there was nothing “little” about Chelsea’s heart.
I had to wait a whole three more weeks before I could take her home but visited her every chance I got. Boy was that a long three weeks. But when Chelsea came into my life, it was a great, great day. So her official registered name was “Princess Chelsea of Hearts.” I am not sure why I named her Chelsea though. It was not after a person or character from fiction. That was the name that popped into my head years before that if I were to ever have a Dalmatian, Chelsea would be the name and there she was.
So, fast forward 15 years to February 4, 2009. This is the date that I had to perform the worst duty any pet owner has to face. I had to let her go. After so many years, age, a small stroke and cancer were taking its toll on my precious friend. She was no longer the robust, prancing creature of just a year ago. She was tired and we both knew that our time together was short. On this day I sat with her for a while and reflected on the thousands of moments and memories that we had created together. From her love of popcorn to stealing cheese puffs from a bowl on the kitchen counter to watching this magnificent creature run as if she had wings to fly. From the Christmas mornings that she would rummage through the gifts under the tree looking for something special or her love of a thick, comfy bed….the friendship we shared was almost human and in so many ways, to me, she was a person. A person like her daddy, Chauncie, and her mommy, Domino, whose spirits always echoed in her. Chelsea was an elegant creature and very much a lady.
As I lay on the floor, in front of the fireplace of our home, on her thick, soft, comforter; cocooned in the most surreal of moments. As I held her tightly and felt her sweet life gently and sweetly leave this world to the very last hearbeat; I KNEW that I had the honor of knowing one of the greatest people God ever put on this Earth and knew that the 15 years I had with her were absolutely priceless.
I knew that inviting a Dalmatian into my life would be special but I was not prepared for just how wonderful and incredible an experience this would be. In the absence of Chelsea, I have found a huge, indescribably empty space in my world. I hope to see her again some day. But for now, all of those wonderful, incredible memories are with me and the solace that somewhere out there, a magnificent creature by the name of Chelsea, aka: little hearts, is running as if she were flying, full of life and will be there waiting to greet me with her Dalmatian smile when it is my turn to go home.
You are deeply missed, my precious, spotted puppy.
In Memoriam: Princess Chelsea of Hearts, December 30, 1994 – February 4, 2009"
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Merry Christmas
It's Christmas day and we want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year~
May the next one be even more adventurous and beautiful!
Thank you all who made 2008 a wonderful year for Colorband and Roy and I.
We are truly blessed!
Jamie
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