Marshall & Melodie Redux

Hey all!

Friends and family really are what this life boils down to.  It might not be obvious, especially if you're a fairly independent entity as some of you are, but really, even those stoic types have to admit that some of the best times they've had on this earth are with others.

Marshall and I have been good friends for time untold.  Lots of miles on the road together chasing epic light and trains, lots of photos taken, and lots of learning something or other, especially how to be a better friend and human being.

He's been off exploring life and northern California for some time now, but he made his way back to San Diego and brought his beautiful girlfriend, Melodie, for some wonderfully tourist-y sightseeing.  I'd be upset at her for stealing him away from San Diego, but she is a great person and her family even played host to Chelse and myself when we headed up for Marshall's graduation from police academy, and I *will* wait patiently for her dad's guitar amplifier cabinets to be back on the market.

We caught up with them for a great dinner and were fortunate enough to get some time in the always wonderful Balboa Park with them as our subjects before chowing down.

Thanks to you, Marshall, for being a great friend, a great guy, and chasing those NorCal dreams.

Marshall & Melodie

L'amour se plaît un peu dans le dérèglement. - Regnard

Love is fond of spontaneity.- Regnard.

Good friends and hearts of gold in them both! The session was filled with laughter; regaling of old memories and wishes. It's such a shame they should live so far away.


The session started off with an attempt to meet at my favorite coffee shop Caffe Calabria which, alas, closed before we made it. We ended up meeting up the street at Claire de Lune and grabbing something warm and delicious there. We then meandered around Balboa park and managed to snap a few shots in between the cracks and stories before trying to grab some grub at Blind Lady Ale House, which was also closed. =P


Finally, we wandered over to Pizza and Wine on Park Blvd., and ate fantastic pizza and continued to discuss futures and planned camping trips.


Long story short: Fun times, wonderful people. Next time, check to make sure the meeting place is open before hand. =]


Best,
Chelsé Ivonné

P.s! Please, click on the images to view them larger. =]

Excited for the next few days.

We've been getting a good number of hits, thanks to all of you lovelies out there supporting us! =D

I'm excited for a few reasons. The first reason being I'm sewing a dress to do a photoshoot of the N600 and I. Ah, my dream car, the baby Honda <3 I'm also working on getting something for boyo so just know, something is in the mix!

Secondly, creativelive is having a session on fashion photography and incorporating that into your weddings. Can not ever begin to explain my excitement on that note! Not only shooting weddings, but fashion, hopefully with a high fashion flair?! How will she ever pull it off?!

She- being Lindsay Adler, a high fashion commercial photographer. Talk about a dream come true!

Lastly, we've set a goal, a timeline for ourselves. By August, at least 1 of us will be a full-time photographer, if not both. In the mean time, we'll trudge away at our 9-5's and do what we must to break "impossible" and make it reality.

In the mean time:

Live large- and carry on. =]

Milestones, polished up.

SD PUG was freakin' awesome last night.  Great location.  Excellent people.  Awesome overview of albums.

It was a super learning experience for Chelse and myself, and I'm so revved up and excited for some new possibilities that may be coming our way.  The always wonderful Youngren team made the newbies feel welcome and the regulars had plenty to chat about.

Lastly, we're almost at 2,000 individual blog views.  Incredible, and thank you all for your support on our journey.  This has been an awesome privilege to be able to work with everyone that we have, and we're definitely looking forward to more!

Short post for today, but keep checking back!

Amanda and Sarah- For Mom

Had a photoshoot of two lovely senoritas this past week, and let me tell you! They are fireballs when put together!

It must have been something in the air to attract siblings, first my own and then these two. Actually, it was set up with the secret intent to be a mother's day gift, but I won't blow it as it seems her mom is also a friend on facebook and, well, tagging them in the photos sort of ruined the surprise!

But Ah-ha! Never to fear for creative ingenuity if here!

Somewhere. Around...

Here.

Anyhow! This sought to remind them and others, that parents enjoy pictures of us kinderlins. Think of it, when is the last time you took a photo with your family? I bet it wasn't your idea, was it? While you might not think of it now, it's certainly not inherent in the minds of those in my age persuasion, a box of photos five, ten years down the road means a lot more than a box of chocolate ever will.

Who knows what will happen during that time. A baby, a move, a gain, a loss. We tend not to think of how important these things are/will be to us.

But Mom's know. Something about having a kid, perhaps, that ingrains this seed of "Capture their lives to be remembered". Perhaps it has to do with the knowledge they earn through time's passage. They watch it elapse, understand the fragility of it.

Yet a picture remains something physical you can hold in your hand. Remember. It's a more vivid version of a memory. It can make you remember, long after the musty smell of hiding in a closet because you'd tried to trim your own bangs and thought triangles made your face look good. (Why else would you cut them into your hair?)

That's great thing about pictures. Unlike smells, unlike textures, it can't be two things, it can't be everywhere. It's one static moment that instills all of the time surrounding it; the meaning and depth behind it.

Mom's know.

So, for you, Mrs. Amanda-and-Sarah's-Mom. Your lovely daughters; as the are today, as you remember them 20 years ago, as they will be remembered 15 years from now.