I could say that I’ve known Danielle since her nickname began as Peanut, and mine was Bubbles (don’t ask). I could say that her parents always had the best food in the cupboards while we were growing up, and such a cool house that I loved going to. I could say that we graduated together, that she lent me clothes before venturing out to sea on cruise ships. I could say that she sent me the best care package ever while I was sailing the world.

Or I could just say, that I am so happy that she has found her happiness in the world.

Dustin and Danielle together have created the most beautiful baby belly. I absolutely loved photographing them in Parksville, while they were staying at Tigh-na-mara over the weekend. We toured around a few of my favorite beach areas, and wound up with these images.

Note to those of you with Allergies: there is a field in Craig Bay estates in Parksville, that will knock you senseless. Just ask Dustin, who suffered for 2 days after our session ended on Sunday. All in the name of art Dustin! You win the father to be of the year award!

Amazing Light

Look at her eyes in this photo! Beautiful.

This one, to me… embodies everything I believe a woman carrying and nurturing human life should look like. You go girl. Carry that baby boy, and do it with pride, not to mention staggering beauty.

Such a pretty face!

This one is all about beginnings. These two on the beginning of an amazing journey together. Congratulations Dustin and Danielle. Looking forward to meeting the little one!

Tiffany and Braden fall into the very good friend category. (I’ll apologize in advance for the long winded round about way this is delivered.)

The first wedding I ever photographed, I was in the bridal party… another one a few years later was the deciding factor for me, that I should be photographing weddings for a living. That one was 5 years ago, that was my good friend Sarah and Jody’s wedding.

The moment I knew I HAD to be photographing weddings, was not during the wedding, when I was bouncing around, crawling on my tummy for the perfect shot… or even when I was climbing up a ladder (in a long skirt) to reach the roof top of Jody’s parents house for a fun group shot…. but more so after… when so many people made a point of talking to me, and letting me know how much they appreciated my energy at the wedding, and also seeing the reaction of everyone when they saw the images. It was then that I realized… hmmm… maybe I’m alright at this. Not to mention… hmmmm maybe weddings are alright to photograph. (I was one of many budding photojournalism students who swear to NEVER shoot weddings, for fear of bridezillas, momzillas… and doilies) Truth be told, I loved Sarah and Jody’s wedding, and I loved photographing it. So there spawned my wedding journey.

What I’m getting at is that being at weddings, involved with weddings is natural for me. Its what I do. I go through the motions, I get to know people, the connections they have with one another. I pay attention to detail, I look for light, I watch peoples faces, their body language. I capture memories… almost without thought. It feels right.

So I never really realized that it WOULD be different photographing a good friends wedding at this stage of my career.

I have done many MANY foolish things with Tiffany, driven cars without licenses, picked up random hitchhikers, (a LOT of stories that stay locked within us as well)….I’ve stayed up talking all night with Tiffany, shared a love of literature, art, books and dance with Tiffany…

I put as much energy into every single wedding. I give every client, every thing I’ve got. I truly do. Maybe that’s why I’ve heard people say, they feel like they know the people in my images… because even if I don’t, I feel like I do. So I was working, bending my mind, my heart to create wedding images for Tiffany and Braden… pre-ceremony, I was photographing her through her veil, her shoes, the makeup, the dress… I was scurrying over to catch the fellas, Braden waiting patiently, admittedly, finally “a little” nervous… I was working, going through the motions… It wasn’t until the ceremony when I watched Tiffany walking down the isle with her dad and mom, welling up with a few ‘almost’ tears… that I realized… I know her. That is Tiffany. The same girl, I wrote notes religiously back and forth with in high school, the same one that shaved her head for fun, the same one that knew my family, knew my history, knew me, just as much as I knew her. TIFFANY was walking down the isle! My senses tingled, and I became incredibly present. Increasingly so. It was a beautiful thing.

Here is how I saw their wedding day.