Photography Crush

A few weeks back, Mom, Jay, and I met at Panera with Kristy and Jimmy Taafe of Limelight Images. We hung out for about an hour and a half, while they showed us their portfolio and asked about our plans.

We'd had every intention of shopping around for photographers, but Kristy and Jimmy seemed like a perfect fit (personality and price-wise)! So, as soon as we got home, Mom emailed Kristy to say, "YES! YES! Please shoot my daughter's wedding!" Okay, she may have phrased it a little differently.

What I like best about Kristy and Jimmy is that, while their photos are fabulous, their personalities fit us perfectly. I love that after every event--consultation, engagement session, or wedding-- one of them hops on Facebook to write something nice about the couple:

"It was great to meet up with Katie and her mom Jenny and her fiance Jay Yesterday. You take a theater major and an English teacher, throw in Deep purple and shades of green, a little star wars and some Iris, and what do you have? A kick butt wedding next July. Looking forward to it guys!!!! Thanks!"

Our engagement session is Sunday, so check their Facebook page for previews early next week.

And for a good, not completely off-topic laugh: Off Beat Bride: An open letter to wedding photographers regarding their websites.

The DIYing has Begun!

A running joke in my family is my inability to finish the crafts I start. The easiest way to see that is in the clothes I make--excellently done seams and construction, terrifying hems finished in the car on the way to an event. For obvious reasons, my mother wants to keep my DIY instincts relatively curbed during the wedding planning.

But it has begun! This weekend, Jay visited and we took a set of engagement photos along the Hocking River. Years of family photos with my Aunt Meg has taught me to trust the tripod and self-timer. I'm pretty pleased with what we got:
The cherry trees along the river are very special to Jay and me. In April, 2008, I fell into a very deep depression. Jay stayed with me for a weekend during that down spell, and after thirty-six hours of crying (on my part), he forced me out of my dorm. We went for a pathetic jog, then Jay took me to the cherry trees along the river. As awful as I felt then, it made me feel better to be outside, enjoying natural beauty with Jay.

It meant so much to us to take pictures under those same trees, two years later and truly happy:
Visit our Flickr account to see all of our photos.