This little guy was just passing through on his way to Philadelphia, but I had to grab a shot or two. He's got perfectly lovely manners...no crazy-puppy stuff for him! Isn't he a sweet little puff of fur?
And as though he weren't enough...get a load of this face. Enough said.
I had the pleasure of shooting the wedding of my sweet, sweet niece this weekend. If you were at all paying attention to the weather on Thursday and Friday, you would have been a bit concerned for this event...outdoor wedding, outdoor reception, early September...anything can happen. But, if you were at all paying attention to the weather on Saturday, then you know that it was the Most Perfect Day Ever. Blue skies, gentle breeze, not too terribly hot. It was unbelievable.
I was also incredibly lucky to have two friends shooting the wedding with me; Kelly Holder of Kelly Holder Photography and Danielle Thompson of Danielle Marie Photo. We were like the wedding paparazzi! This wedding deserved three photographers, though, because it was so beautiful...I can't even begin to describe how gorgeous both the wedding and reception were. Between the horse and carriage, vows under the gazebo, sparkly dress, and the sweetest reception ever, this day had Cinderella written all over it.
I returned from the wilderness of Ontario a few days ago and am still trying to get the mothball smell out of my clothes. It was worth it though...I got to spend several days with my brother and one of my sisters while basking in complete and total silence (with the exception of the chattering of one exceptionally angry squirrel) in beautiful weather.
My grandfather bought this cabin in the late 1940's...and it has been in our family ever since. By a fluke involving the sale of the land that I still don't quite understand, no one else owns property on the lake where the cabin stands and it is very secluded. No running water, no electricity, backpack your supplies and food in...the whole bit. We love it.
The three of us spent the entire time doing...well, nothing. I mean, actually, doing nothing. For three days. The extent of our activity involved picking up our chairs and moving them a few feet here or there to get a better look at the squirrel.
Photos could never do the place justice. Not in what it means to our family, nor to its beauty.
And, because a Little Lives post doesn't feel complete without an image of a little life...here's one of a charmer we met on the train.