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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.
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| Thu, Oct 22, 2009 |
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| Brittany & Aaron |
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| At this point I still have no words for this wedding. Every detail was so beyond A-MAZING. So instead of even trying to find the right things to say, I'll just rely on the photos to do the talking. |
| More to come as I can, once again, not decide on just a handful. |
| Wed, Oct 21, 2009 |
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| All I See is Flowers |
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It seems that with each passing wedding season the flowers get better and better. This is a compilation of a few of the last weddings I've been processing.
Oh, and a free photoshoot goes to whomever can name the reference that I grabbed that title from. |
| Tue, Sep 15, 2009 |
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| London Calling |
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If there is only one steadfast rule in party throwing it is this: You must MUST have a theme. I dare anyone to prove me wrong on this. I mean, think about the year that your own birthday parties started to take a turn towards blahsville. Around 12-years-old, right? You might have just blamed it on the pre-pubescent tendency to be too cool for everything, including your own birthday. Oh, how you were wrong, though. I guarantee it is only because that was the first year you told your mom that you were much too old to have He-man plates and matching napkins.
When the husband asked if we could do fish & chips for his birthday dinner, the plan was set into motion. |
I was really surprised at just how easy it was to amass so much British stuff in so little time...
Authentic beans from White's Country Farm and cheese from Market of Choice. |
I learned that British food isn't terribly photogenic. Considering that I hail from the land of BBQ and mushy pies, this fact doesn't deter me from knowing that just because it doesn't look pretty doesn't mean that it is any less delicious.
This was my first go at beans and toast. It won't be my last. These people know how to do breakfast. |
| No British party is complete without a new birthday Joy Division shirt. |
| The remnants of an "Anarchy in the UK" scavenger hunt. |
Now, before you think that we ate all of the food that I'm posting within a two-hour time slot, I'd like to acknowledge that this was an all-day event.
Welsh Rarebit ( snagged this recipe off of Jaime Oliver's forum, but it wasn't his)
INGREDIENTS
20g butter
1 cup grated chedder cheese
1 teaspoon mustard powder
dash of Worcestershire sauce
¼ cup of beer (Newcastle, of course)
METHOD
4 thick slices of sourdough bread or a crusty loaf of your choice, toasted. I used Tuscan Loaf; I think sourdough is just to sour for this...
Melt the butter in a small saucepan. Add cheese, mustard powder, Worcestershire sauce, and beer. Stir until smooth.
Spread over the toast and grill until bubbling if desired.
Best Rarebit recipe that I've tried yet! |
| I'm Oklahoma wedding-bound and off to pack, so I won't get around to telling you about the best fish & chips known to man. For now, it will stay a secret. Sah-ee. |
| Thu, Sep 3, 2009 |
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| Wedding Food |
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I have a complicated relationship with wedding food. No, I'm not talking about that sort of 'secretary from 1994' kind of complicated where I say things like, "Oh you're so bad for having all this delicious food and now I'm going to have to be bad and eat it ALL!" It drives me crazy when people do that. Just eat the damn macaroons or don't; there's no need to get all Cathy about it.
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| To describe what I mean by complicated we have to go back to the 80's, when I was about six. For whatever reason, I attended an exorbitant number of weddings as a child. Not only that, but I remember two summers straight where it seemed like I was also in more than I could count. I'd like to say that I was asked to be a flower girl so many times not because I was cute and of the right age, but because I was just sooooo good at it. I remember practicing with my mother and a basket of little scraps of paper: one step, drop two, one step, drop two. (Timing and petal ratio are the two key aspects of being an outstanding flower girl.) I tell you all of this not to necessarily brag about how many weddings I was in (no doubt that you're impressed though), but to set the stage of just how exciting they all seemed to be. I mean, not only did I have a starring role in the show, but I got to wear the prettiest dress of the day; after all, it was the '80s, and my dress usually far exceeded the bride's when it came to twirl factor. You add cake, balloons (again, '80s), music, and dancing to all of this, and you have yourself a perfect mix of true six-year-old excitement. When I look back on all of it though, it really is the food that made the occasion. |
| I think that every little girl has only one goal in life: to be 30, and thus sophisticated. It was at weddings that I could suspend the reality of being a kid and let my true self out, or at least what I thought was my true self. And boy-oh-boy, I fancied myself quite the elegant lady. I would feast on ice-cold jumbo shrimp laid out ceremoniously on dainty, clear plastic plates (with just a dab of cocktail sauce, of course). I would sit on a rental chair near the dance floor with said plate precariously perched on my lap and a plastic champagne flute filled with a Shirley Temple (with extra cherries). Later, if I was lucky, there would be stickiy-sauced cocktail sausages complete with toothpicks that I could carry around on a napkin while I worked the room telling my requisite dirty joke to distant relatives. These were good times, and ones that I always felt were little glimpses into my future. |
Like all of us have, I began to realize that getting older wasn't going to be nearly as elegant and sophisticated as I was sure it would be. It started with a prom, where I found myself trying to learn the two-step just because my date was cute and that is what was apparently expected of me. Midway through I remembered that I don't like to two-step and that prom was not quite what I had anticipated it would be.
It is comforting, though, to realize that as things change, they ultimately stay the same. I still attend an exorbitant number of weddings. I still look at brides through the eyes of a six-year-old and have to force myself not to trace the beading with my fingers or ask them if their dress twirls very well (I'm happy to add that most of them do these days). I still give lots of pointers about the proper way to hold a bouquet or how many petals the flower girl should drop per step. |
| But the relationship with food, sigh, has grown more complicated. For one, the food itself has come a long, long way since the '80s. The cocktail sausages have been replaced with spicy satay sticks; the jumbo shrimp are now wrapped in prosciutto. But as different as it may be, it all still sits in those familiar aluminum chaffing dishes on top of crisp catering linens, beckoning to me, pleading with me to please, please put down my bag and camera and forget about all that silly work stuff. To grab a plate (rarely plastic though) and find a chair to daintily eat and feel as sophisticated and party-like as possible. Have no fear brides, I never give in, and on hour seven when I have to eat to stay alive, it usually consists of me snarfing a roll in the kitchen while the catering crew is cutting the cake. Hardly sophisticated, but still more so than dancing the two-step. |
| Fri, Aug 21, 2009 |
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| Brittany & Aaron |
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| Had a fabulously fun shoot in Seattle with Brittany and Aaron. I seem to always be so lucky in that I always automatically feel like I know clients right after meeting them. Brittany has a self-assurance about her that is so alluring. When you combine that with her sense of empathy, well, how could you not instantly warm up to that? Not to mention that she is sooo pretty. Like a Cinderella kind of pretty, which means she will look quite at home in a wedding gown. |
| Aaron is a chef, which is pretty much all I have to know about someone before deeming them awesome. I liked that we got to incorporate some of "him" by shooting in the marketplace. I should add though, that Brittany didn't seem like any novice when it came to food talk. |
| My favorite shop there was this little German market that was so charming and happy that it seemed to exude yellow. I thoroughly enjoyed all of the gnome spotting that I got to do with photoshop; there were certainly more there than I had noticed the first time around. I also found it endearing that neither of them seemed phased when I asked if they would mind if I quit working to buy some sauerkraut. |
| This is my favorite from the day. |
| Adidas. Always a sign of a kindred spirit. |
| Wed, Aug 19, 2009 |
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| David & Kate Pt. Deux |
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I've come to the conclusion that blogging weddings has become an avoidance issue for me because choosing the images is way too overwhelming. How am I supposed to really choose 10-15 pictures out of 400 that I like best? It becomes way too easy to put the task off to be dealt with another day.
I'm forcing myself into biting the bullet, today, however. Despite the fact that there were TONS from this wedding that I could show you.
I just LOVED Kate's hair. It turned out to be a good choice not only because it looked great but because it was an intensely windy day. |
| Doesn't this guy have one terrific profile? |
| This was a particularly good "you may kiss the bride" sequence... |
One word people.
CCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSEEEEEECCCCAAAAAAAAAAAKKE!!! |
| Wed, Aug 5, 2009 |
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| David & Kate |
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| It occurred to me this morning that I haven't blogged one SINGLE wedding and it is already August. A few weeks ago I heard a quote that went something like if you want to get things done, ask a busy person. At the time I thought it was so poignant and true, now after a bit more thought, it isn't that accurate. At least when it comes to me and summertime. |
Having all that said, here is a bit of a teaser from the wedding I'm working on today. It was a particularly excellent one, and very much blog worthy.
STUNNING flowers, no? You probably won't be surprised to know that they were done by Enchanted Florist. |
| Thu, Jul 30, 2009 |
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| Cherries |
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With just portrait work to do last weekend we were able to have our first relaxing Sunday of the summer. What better way to spend one of those than with some canning?
I found a recipe for amaretto cherries a few weeks before and had been fantasizing about them obsessively. |
The only issue that I ran into is that my cherries got pretty floaty. I don't know what the remedy is for that-perhaps maybe just packing them in tighter?
It has actually been a few weeks since we made these-I heard that waiting a bit made them more intense. And seriously, life doesn't get ANY better than when you can come home to a jar of liquored up cherries after a hard day. Forget those pesky forks or accompaniments like ice cream and pound cake. All you need are fingers and greed. |
| Fri, Jul 17, 2009 |
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I was trying to get a good picture of this beret that I knit to post on Ravelry. I, however, learned the lesson that self portraits with heavy cameras that are meant to be of an entire hat are not as easy as I had initially bargained for (that is if you don't want to include a mirror and have very short arms).
Enter toddler. Who just so happens to be at that perfect age where I can say, "Please take these towels up to the bathroom for me." or "Wear this hat while I take your picture." and I am more times than not, met with an extra enthusiastic "Okay! Ma!" |
| I only include this one because, it looks to me, to have a twinge of 'blue steel' to it. |
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