I never tire of shooting at San Francisco City Hall. I get lost in its ceilings, the delicious light and stately architecture. Add two people madly in love and it becomes a paean to marriage, loyalty and happily-ever-afters.
Sometimes life is not fair. Some people have it all: brains, looks, killer abs, style, a well-stamped passport, degrees from top-notch universities, meaningful jobs and perfect homes. Take Ruby and Marcus, for example. They got their act together! They are so frigging perfect separately, and together. And if they weren’t the nicest people in the world, I’d probably hate them. Instead, I feel perfectly blessed and honoured to be chosen as their wedding photographer next month.
For our beloved engagement session, we opted to meet at their Potrero Hill apartment in San Francisco. Our mission? Walk around, take photos and get to know each other before the big day. The wedding day planning was in high gear, and their enthusiasm was infectious. I wanted to focus on getting to know them, without all the stress of the wedding plans. Paris, great restaurants, cinema and insane SF real estate prices were amongst the topics we discussed. It’s alway satisfies my inner-nosy-Auntie-self to hear about couples hopes and dreams for the future.
I can’t wait to photograph your wedding, Ruby and Marcus!
I knew my dad for 7.5 years, but he lives on in my heart.
Things I remember about him.
1. He loved his kids and wanted more.
2. He loved to laugh. And did so, loudly.
3. He would spontaneously grab my mom in the kitchen, dip her and plant a kiss on her. We’d watch and go…ewww.
4. He played the organ to unwind. He knew three chords and played all songs in those chords. He couldn’t read music and learned everything by ear.
5. He loved pork chop and made it himself on sunny weekends by our pool. He’d wear a denim apron my mom made that said, “Kiss the Cook.”
6. Every Sunday, we’d drive to the “Little General” convenience store where he’d let us pick out three small items to purchase.
7. En route to the same store, there’d be a hill we’d have to drive, he’d accelerate and we’d do our family roller coaster scream every single. friggin. time. It was a hoot.
8. Every night he’d tuck me in. I’d complain that I couldn’t sleep. So he’d kiss my eyes shut to help me. He did that the night before he died in February 10, 1981.
I miss him so.
What! November 16! The year is flying by so quickly. I wish I had a pensieve (hello Harry Potter fans!) so I could store my collective memories and access them as desired. Good thing we have photography and mini-sessions instead to capture these beautiful autumn days and images of family love.
My 440 Fall Mini-sessions are currently in full swing and I do have more slots available in the coming weeks, so don’t hesitate to call or email the studio for a slot. I’d love to hang out with you.
For now, I’m sharing some of my favorite images from my most recent sessions. I know, I know. I’ve been terribly delinquent at blogging. After the portrait session settles down, and as we ramp up into wedding booking season once more, I hope to catch up on my own family time, organizing and blogging. Till then, I’ve missed all your faces.
Lots of hugs,
My favorite Beloved shot of the session. I used the invite “Power Kiss” and it always works. The little magic in the shot is Aaron in the far left, who photobombed the image, amused at his parents. I know my own kids hate it when we parents “get all mushy” but I believe it’s important for children to see their parents be affectionate. I just love this one.