Thanks so much for stopping by! I'm Megan Boone, a lifestyle photographer from Southern Oregon. This blog was designed to be a sneak peek into both my professional and personal life. If you are a client I hope that it will give you an understanding of my business philosophies as well as my personality and style of work. If you are a family member or friend it will just be a good way to check in on our daily adventures. My goal is to keep things interesting so aside from my photography, you can expect to find everything from recipes that I'm loving, books and music to check out, to anecdotes about weird looking bugs that I find in my bathtub. So please take the time to utilize your bookmark function, or you can subscribe to the RSS feed at the bottom, if that is the sort of thing floats your boat. If neither of those options made sense to you, then you need to pull out a piece of paper and write down meganboonephotography.net with a pen, then stick the note to your computer screen for safekeeping. In the meantime enjoy the rest of the blog.
I've been sitting on this session for a few months now, waiting to release these when Nothing Error's new album was out.
And guess what? The time has come. What's more, is that not only has the album been released but the band was awesome enough to post a few tracks on Reverb Nation, so you can hear them right this very second.
I'm not a stranger to musicians, or bands for that matter (and yes, there is a distinguishable difference between the two), in fact, for better or worse, I've been drawn to them like a moth to a flame for nearly all of my life. What I've found interesting lately, is watching the evolution of musicians. It is an easy development to watch unfold considering that most start when they are teenagers. The members of this band are a great example of the progression that happens when an artist keeps going, without compromise.
The band is fronted by Doug Hill, who also happens to own Mental Records. I think we'd all agree that the only thing cooler than being a lead singer/songwriter is owning an indie record label, yeah? As humble as he is, the truth is that he goes to great lengths to support not just fellow musicians but music and the arts in schools. I could really go on about just how much he does and gives, but, like I said, low-key people don't like it when you give too much away about them.
Then there is Eric Von Radics, who not only owns the second prettiest PRS I've ever seen, but happens to play in more local bands than I've been able to keep up with. More importantly he runs Musichead in downtown Medford, which, I decided the last time that I was there needs its own blog entry and photo essay. I probably don't have to tell you how important it is to support your local indie record store, because you are already doing that, RIGHT?
On the drums, Jeff Turner, who just so happened to be in Skiploader (so underrated) and like all wonderfull relics from the '90s you can watch the youtube video to "n2o" and see Jeff with his Sick Boy-esque hair.
Drummers always have great hair.
And then there is David Hitchcock, who, like most bass players is a total enigma, about whom I know nothing.
Oh, except for that he has nice shoes, which, I suppose is all you really need to know about someone.
Oh, and did I mention that Page Hamilton worked on this album? Enough said.
I have so many great things to say about Matt & Sarah. I'll hold off on that though, until there are more portraits of them so that they can get a proper introduction.
Until then, here are some details of their gorgeous day!
I never noticed how beautiful a golf ball could be. All it took was a big 'ol diamond to get my attention.
This wedding season was just a wondrous sea of shoes. I really can't pick a favorite pair. But these are certainly in the running.
This flower girl seriously made my day. She was so enthusiastic and spunky.
The country club has one of the most spectacular views in the valley. If you are a bride looking around I highly recommend that you check out this location.
Sometimes, when July comes to an end, and I feel so harried and swamped that I can't think straight it can get easy to lose sight of the amazing moments that I get to witness in this line of work. Of course, when these moments are actually unfolding, I rarely take them for granted.
Every so often, couples will decide to sneak off to a secret spot to meet each other before walking down the aisle. And oh my goodness gracious, I dare the most jaded individual to remain dry-eyed when witnessing the look in a man's eyes when he sees his bride for the first time.
There are so many words you can use to describe that moment. Magical, powerful, staggering, incredible, awesome. But, they just don't come close to doing the moment justice.
I am bound and determined to get caught up with blogging. This has been above and beyond the most whirlwind summer of weddings that I can remember, and it drives me crazy that the more gorgeous pictures I have to share here, I inevitably have less time to do so.
Enough of the apologies, and on to the Details!
I've often said that because I am, somewhere deep down, perpetually seven-years old, I am a wedding photographer. All the beautiful princess dresses and flowers just never get old. And you know, I've never seen anyone look quite as much like Cinderella as Teesha (more proof of that later this week).
I feel like a broken record telling you once again that Enchanted Florist did a perfect job on the flowers.
I loved the Aspen branch centerpieces. So much so, in fact, that if you stop by my house next month there is a good chance you will see a variation of this.
I have a dear friend and old neighbor named Rabbitt. Her husband was telling me of the their love story, and that the night after he met her he was inundated with rabbits thereafter. Accidentally hitting them with his car, seeing them in paintings inside stores, and friends serving them in stews. This was how he knew it was meant to be.
After that story, I've always called this phenomenon the Rabbitt Effect. When I met Jennifer and Loren, and they told me where they'd like to have an engagement shoot - Silverton - I'd never heard of the sleepy small town. I can say that is far from the case now. Soon after, it seemed that no matter where I turned I was hearing SOMETHING about Silverton. Sunset did two different blurbs about it, someone at a dinner party told me a random piece of trivia about it, and so on. It is always times like this that I start to think that there is some sort of providence behind the couples that I get to work with.
These two are certainly no exception.
Not to mention the fact that it was absolutely, positively raining buckets during the majority of this day. Even during this picture. But somehow, and some way, we made it work, and it turned out to be such a lovely shoot.
Not to mention, SUCH a lovely town.
Isn't this picture proof-positive that I grew up in the '90s?
...about eggs. I hesitate to get on too much of a soapbox on this blog about food and where it comes from. Sometimes I feel that with being in Oregon I might be inherently preaching to the choir. I would say that on the whole, most Oregonians are pretty well-versed in America's food practices.
On the other hand, sometimes I feel compelled to share my thoughts, thoughts about things like why egg yolks should be orange and not yellow (it's the beta-carotene from the grass that the chickens should be able to roam and eat), or why it is worrisome to me that caged hens produce eggs that are all the same size, all the same color. Same, same, same.
So, instead of rattling off alarming caged hen statistics, perhaps pictures can convey my thoughts on organic eggs in a far more subtle manner. Because really, there are few things more beautiful than an organic egg that you know was given to you by a very happy hen.
Look how each is so distinctly different, just as it should be. Do I even need to mention that they taste better?
It occurred to me last weekend that wedding photographers and professional athletes have a lot in common. Just bear with me here, and let me finish before you roll your eyes. This comparison all started with a pair of socks, a pair of "lucky" socks that I didn't even realize that I considered to be my "lucky" socks until they went missing on a Saturday morning. As I was frantically looking in all the usual places socks would go to hide, the husband asked what I was doing, and I said looking for my "lucky socks," and he and the toddler were both intrigued. "You have lucky socks?" Apparently. I'm not sure at which wedding or shoot that the socks made their debut. I don't really know much about the sock origins, other than I got them at the Gap during a post Christmas sale, and that they are argyle, and that by the looks of the heels, they need to be thrown away. I don't know how many weddings they've seen, but all I do know is that when I wear them, magic happens. I don't know what happens when I don't wear them. I've never had the gall to find out. While freaking out about the possibility of not finding them for this wedding, I said something along the lines of, "I wonder how many weddings I will have to shoot to before I don't feel anxious beforehand." I find it unfair that I have a job that requires me to get nervous hours before, quadruple check my bag, and apparently get a touch of the OCD when it comes to socks.
I mean, it has been YEARS of weddings. And that is when I realized that I'm a lot like an athlete (aside from the abs). There is superstition. There are never-ending days of practice and grueling refinement. And then, there is game day, in which I get so nervous that I think I need to constantly pee, and then, when the game starts, time stands still, and The Zone is entered.
I shoot, I score. I get thirsty. I enjoy all of it. I lose myself in the moment. I miss shots, but I always win. Because I have Gap argyle socks.
There was indeed a lot of drama leading up to this wedding. Unpredictable Oregon weather. Not one, but TWO assistants canceling. And, of course, the sock debacle.
But all of that, was in the past when I found out that the bride was wearing blue suede Louboutins. I breathed a long sigh of relief, because all is exactly as it should be in the Universe when you are part of wedding in which the bride wears blue suede Louboutins.
In fact, I would venture to say that I really don't need to give you any more examples of why Caitlin is perhaps one of the most stunning people that I have ever met. Sure, I could tell you that she studied for and took the MCAT while planning this wedding. I could tell you that she once, at a very young age, told an adult that she obviously could never get lost on a nature hike that she orchestrated for her wee friends because they followed the linear path of a creek. Or I could tell you that she ran the New York Marathon.
I could tell you all of that, but the Loubs make my point just as well. Awesome.
Enchanted Florist did the flowers. Of course. I'll probably start making enemies with how often I plug them on this site. Oh well. It is worth it; they are hands down the best.
Blair is so dreamy. Caitlin's father calls him Cougar Bait. Fitting.
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