Its was a gorgeous wedding. The bride was radiant. (In a custom gown from a local designer) The room glowed and sparkled, and the scent of florals wafted through the air conjuring thoughts of spring. (Made possible by the careful design of a the event planner with collaboration from a floral designer and lighting […]
Bluesy by Cass Bradley brand relaunch party Charlotte Wedding Bosses Night featuring a night with some of charlotte’s best wedding vendors.
I have come to learn this is the reason I often hear clients say ‘this is the first picture I love of myself.’ Or, ‘I have never seen my husband look at me that way.’ In this, I have found my ‘why.’ –I create confident for those around me to be unabashedly themselves. And I make it Visible. Tangible. And, Real through my images. When the ‘right’ clients walk away from their experience with me they feel just a little more…emboldened.
As we gear up to march swiftly into the excitement of the New Year– I spent the day in the studio wrapping up and tying a nice little bow onto 2014. Oh, 2014. You were both trying (losing my dad, closing our multi-vendor studio, losing my dog, a car accident.. Man. This sounds like a […]
This year marked the 4th wedding season for BlueSky.
The 4th year since I spread my wings, flew the corporate coop–shedding ‘golden hand cuffs’ of a fat salary, a company car, healthy 401K match …and life less-than-authentic.
I have always known I was meant to be an entrepreneur. I have always known I was meant to lead a life less ‘ordinary.’ And these 4 years…challenge-filled as they have been…have put me on a path to making me more…ME.
”You’re being a little ridiculous.” My head tilted slightly right. My eyes narrowed. And for a moment I was silent. (A rare occurrence, I know.) My cheeks flushed and I felt the heat of approaching ‘annoyance’ rising to the surface. Pause. Think. Inhale. Exhale. “You know…you are right.” I replied sheepishly. “I […]
I have been privy to some of the most intimate moments in the lives of others: Warm, wedding tears flowing down freshly-made faces, anxious tugs on now-too-tight shirts to cover the few pounds lingering as you hold a your new baby in hand. Awkward body language relaxiing into genuine embraces when you relax and forget my camera is here.. Each experience uniquely beautiful.
As I unpack my bags after yet another disappointing misadventure in photography, I can’t help but feel like I need to shout from the roof tops ‘For the love of all things pixel-related—please STOP taking advantage of other photographers with your half-baked, ill-thought out and self-promotion-filled workshops!
While you sidle up to the BBQ and gather to honor him—Your ‘Dad’. Your ‘Pops.’ ‘Daddy.’
Others of us will count the hours until the celebratory facebook posts dwindle, the Hallmark commercials cease and get back to ‘avoiding.’
Though we don’t begrudge you your memory-making. –It’s simply that ours are now rendered incomplete. Whether by physical separation which prevents some of us from spending time with ‘Dear Old Dad’, or estrangement –or in my case: the abrupt ripping of my father ‘remaining chapters’ from his storybook by pancreatic cancer this past January at age 62.