It was 7:08 and Kim texted me to say she was on her way over to pick me up. I scrambled to grab my camera and throw a headband on to tame my unruly morning hair. We had decided a few days prior to get up early on Labor Day to stroll Charleston’s beautiful streets and recharge our creative minds by stepping out of our normal everyday lives, I as a wedding and family photographer and Kim as a life coach.
Early morning before people emerged before the stores opened their doors and before the sun became strong was the perfect time for us. We grabbed our coffees at Vintage Coffee Shop in Mount Pleasant before we descended on the historic city.
Let’s do it again Kim!
I think my favorite part about my career is actually meeting people. I have met so many wonderful people in my life and have been very fortunate and honored to capture their memories for them. From the happiest of times to some sad tales, from weddings, births, multi-generational shoots to food. It has all been rewarding for me. This particular family is one of those families for me that I’ll remember. We had some trouble scheduling a time to have the session, a lot of back and forth. We finally settled on a time to meet. Their daughter was super cute and so were they. We choose downtown Charleston as our backdrop and let the morning unfold. I always begin photographing the session with what I call rough shots, throw aways or what have you, because I always find it relieves some pressure about being in front of the camera and allows for the family to relax and get to know me as a person. The result is that the best come from the end of the shoot right before its time to end.
Thank you again!
Blake had reached out to me last week via email and had asked me if I would capture his proposal to Chelsea in downtown Charleston SC. Of course, I jumped at the chance! What girl wouldn’t love the idea of her boyfriend arranging a weekend away at a gorgeous B&B in a gorgeous historic city such as Charleston in the late spring… As Blake and I planned the surprise capture over the course of the week I was set and ready to go come Thursday. I knew that they were staying at the Palmer Home on East Battery and Blake had sent me a photo of the two of them so I knew who to look out for… All was going according to plan.
I arrived super early to White Point Gardens just to scope out my hiding spot. I was strategically hiding behind a large live oak tree and trying not to look to inconspicuous…I was to start snapping the proposal by the gazebo and then grab some engagement photos immediately after Blake proposed. The whole while, Chelsea did not know what was going on…
I see the two of them arrive in the park… I duck behind a tree and wait. I peek around the tree and I see Chelsea rushing towards me. I think my cover has been blown! I begin aimless wandering around pretending I am a tourist. I glance again, and she is closer! I begin to panic. How did I give this away? Did I ruin the surprise? As the panic sets in that I ruined this man’s surprise proposal… I hear: “Um, excuse me!” I flip around and it’s Chelsea. “Can you take our picture”? I glance at Blake and he shrugs this look of please play along. So I obliged. Chelsea suggests we head over to the gazebo and I internally sigh a sense of relief. My cover has not been blown!
I snap a few shots of the two of them on her iPhone and then Blake gives me a wink… it’s on. Here we go! The only problem is that I have a super long stalker lens on my camera! I realize Chelsea’s purse was thrown over to the side of the walkway and I run over to grab it for her… all the while I am fumbling to switch out lenses. Success. She did not see what I was up to!
All of a sudden, I turn around and Blake drops to his knee and I begin rapidly shooting.
After the excitement dies down, all three of us begin laughing at the realization that Chelsea had asked the photographer that her fiance had hired to capture pictures of them!
The evening was full of that glorious southern light. We walked in and around the immediate area capturing some quick shots to commemorate their engagement. It was a success. Blake pulled it off! Congrats to the two high school sweethearts. I wish you both the best!
“The boy had just finished with graduate school, and had begun the enlistment process in the United States Navy. He was out by the UT campus looking for a temporary job while he stayed with his grandparents. The girl was trying to be on her own for a while. She’d dated some in college, but finally decided to give herself some space. Neither had any idea what was about to hit them.
Kieran dropped in to The Copper Cellar for lunch, and who should be his waitress but our leading lady, Miss Victoria King. After a casual lunch, and some light flirting, the boy got up to leave, but had a thought and turned back to the table. Tori saw him get up and then turn back; she wondered, but dismissed it and took care of her other tables.
When it came time to clear it off, Tori noticed a receipt among the crumbs with a phone number, and so it began…” Tori King Webb, Bride.
I first met Tori and Kieran at a Starbucks in Mount Pleasant, my first impression was how young they were and that I had never photographed a bride and groom that were under 25! We quickly grabbed our goods and sat outside. As I listened to their charming love story I witnessed true love and I saw something that I had not witnessed before. I saw two under 25 year olds know that they would be spending the rest of their lives together. I saw into their future…their complete chemistry and affection for one another was so very special. I knew I wanted to capture their wedding and see if I could at least try to replicate their love two dimensionally on screen.
They chose to rent a private home outside of Charleston, SC so that it was a wonderful, comfortable and gorgeous location for their friends and family to arrive to from neighboring Tennessee. The day couldn’t have been more perfect. It was a warmer day in January and the sun was out… what more could a bride desire?
The love between them was intoxicating and the love that their friends and family showed them at the wedding was an amazing moment to be a part of.
Tori and Kieran, I wish you both the best! Thank you again for allowing me to capture your special day. Please enjoy this sneak peak to tie you over until the final images are finished.
I hate being cold.
And now, since living in a “four season” climate in South Carolina, I am kind of spoiled that I don’t have to be that cold anymore! Our family has moved to Charleston, and I am fortunate enough to be able to evade the North Eastern winters… even though there are four seasons down here, my whimpy self will get to experience them mildly!
As some of the leaves change their colors and the stores begin to blast us with the reminder of winter coming… with all of their promotions and holiday cheer… I reflect back on this past summer.
Oh! Those glorious summers of New England… No one can deny how perfect they are.
Katie and Nathan chose to marry on one of the most quintessential, New England holidays that there is. The Fourth Of July.
Their backyard (beach) wedding was held at a private home in Milford Connecticut. It was a perfect spot to watch the fireworks off the beach.
My husband is a big proponent of uncluttered spaces. He always reminds me of that wonderful fact that most people adhere to…clean space, clean mind. It wasn’t until I actually saw and realized that my desk has a sea-glass top that I began to spend the entire morning cleaning out crap from the past year and a half. The desk had been buried underneath months and months of camera gear, papers and anything else that got strewn there over the past week in a hurry. Then it had occurred to me…I have spent months cluttered in the mind and I had no idea. My “to-do” list had become so overwhelming and daunting that I was almost paralyzed…I was always so “busy” but then realized I wasn’t accomplishing much in the way of tacking that damn “to-do” list. I always seemed to shrug off my moments of “blah” to winter blues, S.A.D and any other affliction that I could conjure up as an excuse before I realized that if I were to go forward in 2015 and be productive, the way I had been in prior years…I needed to file away the past year and a half, literally! And so it began. The end of the ever present procrastination of my organization. I realized I needed to put myself first. As soon as the organization was successful and the papers were filed and scanned, it was as if someone had vacuumed out my mind and made room for extreme productivity.
My lone walk at the beach solidified my moment of clarity. The beach that day was stark, open and vast, similar to that of my newly transformed clean mind for 2015.
Sister- A girl or woman who shares a common ancestry, allegiance, character, or purpose with another or others, specifically…
We met over 13 years ago as a bunch of 20 year old girls trying to make our way through The University of Vermont in Burlington. I still do not understand what drove me to join a sorority and I definitely don’t question it. I made so many fantastic friends along the way…some of the friends do stand up to the ever-cliche term for sorority girls…they are my sisters.
I am lucky enough to live a short distance away from some of these “sisters” in particular…so close in fact that we have the opportunity to get together often and relish in our memories of our youth.
I am in awe that we are of the ages we are now. We now have husbands instead of boyfriends and our children have joined our “first-borns” … our ever loved pets.
I consider it an honor to be able to document my friend’s lives and capture memories that we will be able to share in the next 13 years. Memories that we will always be able to look back on.
Juno…Snowmageddon…The Blizzard of 2015…Whatever you referred to it as, I will always remember it as a day and a half of simple, childhood innocence. I was fortunate to witness the snow storm through my toddler son’s eyes.
I walked our dog Gracie yesterday afternoon with determination. I was determined to head across the street to the beach, hoping to capture a wild and dramatic storm rolling in.
Instead, it was a beautiful sight of seagulls laying around watching the shore scene of waves building and deep grays, stark whites and hazy blues.
As I approached the birds, they quickly began to fly off over Long Island Sound erratically, just as the Sound’s wave were beginning to do.
I headed home anticipating the morning, hoping to see what Mother Nature had in store for our little beach community!
Today I explored my neighborhood and was able to witness my 18 month old son’s first experience in snow.
It was magical.
Witnessing his innocence in discovering this powdery white stuff was wonderful.
He refused his gloves and immediately dove right it! He knew what he was about to do and apparently didn’t want to hinder his touch!
Squeezing the snow between his tiny fingers and tasting it with his tiny tongue.
It was a sweet moment that I was able to snap.