| Tue, Jun 19, 2007 |
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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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| Fri, Sep 3, 2010 |
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| Matt & Sarah Details |
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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. |
| Tue, Aug 17, 2010 |
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| Teesha & Jake |
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| 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. |
| Mon, Aug 16, 2010 |
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| Teesha & Jake |
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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!
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| 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. |
| More of Teesha & Jake's big day later this week! |
| Mon, Jul 19, 2010 |
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| Monday. Bleh. |
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| It is shaping up to be one of THOSE Mondays. So, I've resorted to cheering myself up with bubble pictures. They did the trick. |
| Fri, Jul 9, 2010 |
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| It's That Time Again |
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| Just a reminder that I have only two wedding dates left open for Summer 2011. So get planning brides, no waiting until winter! |
| Mon, Jun 28, 2010 |
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| Jennifer & Loren |
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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? |
| Mon, Jun 21, 2010 |
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| A Little Chat |
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...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.
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| 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? |
| Fri, May 21, 2010 |
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| Caitlin & Blair Details |
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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. |
Okay, I know that I said it was going to be Caitlin & Blair week, but after last night's Biggest Loser episode, I'm afraid I'll be throwing a slight kink in the plans.
Firstly, I have to say (and by no means do I try to make EVERYthing about me) but the only reason I watched this season was because Daris is from my hometown, Ardmore, Oklahoma! Considering that I get homesick from time to time, there was something a bit thrilling about getting to see the people, places, and things that I find myself homesick about on primetime TV. I didn't really think it would be THAT big of a deal until that first episode with the opening shot of main street; it actually gave me chills, but then again, I'm moved by pictures, so maybe I'm not as cheesy as I feel I am to admit that.
As the weeks went by, I was still given those precious glimpses of home, and more importantly, my favorite BBQ restaurant. But then, something interesting happened and I started to realize that I was no longer watching the show because of that hometown connection. In fact, I was becoming more and more impressed with Daris.
I can't really comment enough on his personality. Firstly, what a GREAT sense of humor. He is always at least smirking if not outright smiling. And I think that the fact that he's lost 150 pounds should speak volumes for his dedication and determination.
But here is the part that really gets me. HE RAN A MARATHON. Not only did he run a marathon, but I think his time was like 4:02 or something thereabouts. HE RAN A MARATHON.
Unbelievable. He's done a tremendous job representing my home. Anyway, he needs votes to get into the final 3. So go and vote. NOW.
NOW. Do it. |
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