http://www.meganboonephotography.net/ Megan Boone Photography Blog en-us http://www.meganboonephotography.net/index.cfm?postID=43 http://www.meganboonephotography.net/index.cfm?postID=43 Tue, 19 Jun 2007 11:59:00 GMT 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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More to come as I can, once again, not decide on just a handful.

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Oh, and a free photoshoot goes to whomever can name the reference that I grabbed that title from.

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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.

]]> http://www.meganboonephotography.net/index.cfm?postID=178 http://www.meganboonephotography.net/index.cfm?postID=178 Thu, 03 Sep 2009 10:17:00 GMT 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.

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.

]]> http://www.meganboonephotography.net/index.cfm?postID=177 http://www.meganboonephotography.net/index.cfm?postID=177 Fri, 21 Aug 2009 13:36:00 GMT 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.

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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...

My favorite. For now.

One word people.

CCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSEEEEEECCCCAAAAAAAAAAAKKE!!!

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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.

More to come soon...

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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.

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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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I have sooooooo many things to tell you about and soooooooo many pictures to show you. So, I'll go work on them so that I can share them soon.

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So I will.

Marie Antoinette; The Journey

It's a bio that almost reads like a novel.

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Since then, her website has gone defunct (at least last I checked) and therefore all of her creepy fan mail is coming to me. Maybe creepy is a bit of a harsh verb to use, BUT it is weird. My original plan was to post snippets of a few, but after further consideration I'm thinking that I don't want antagonize any of the authors.

Seeing that this is my first batch of fan mail to ever get, I've learned some surprising things about it. Namely, that for fan mail, it sure is massively self-centered. I mean, WOW, these people go on and on about themselves - their vocations, locations, mother's fibromyalgia. Only rarely, do they drop in a few kind words about my acting skills and beauty. What is even more rare is when they comment about how wonderful it is that such a beautiful woman could take such beautiful pictures. Even though these statements are completely skewed, they are still nice to read. It still strikes me as weird, though, that people would think that an actress in Hollywood would moonlight as a wedding photographer in Oregon. Here is where I'll refrain from saying impolite things about other people's intelligence. I'd also like to add, just to be fair, that spell check caught that I didn't spell intelligence right; I'd like to hope that it was just a typo, but one can't always be sure.

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We had fabulous light for this shoot.

For those of you not in the area, this is the Nunan Estate. They are going to be getting married on the steps, and it is going to be one GORGEOUS wedding. On a side note for the brides, Nunan is pretty well known to have the best wedding cakes around...

Surprisingly, this is the first shoot where a couple asked if they could bring their dog, I was so excited that they did - Bear made a great addition. I was going to say prop, but that would make me sound like a bit like a robotic, heartless photographer.

So, I was planning on telling you how bitingly funny these two are, the only people in fact, that have made Laser Cats references to me, aside from my husband. I figured it might just bum you out though, that there are people in the world that can be so good looking AND intelligent AND funny.

It happens, though.

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