Yvonne, Again

She was checking out the dresses before settling into the makeup artist’s chair and I was asking random questions.  Very random questions.  It’s what I do to start conversations and break the awkward ice. “What do you think of the color yellow?” She poked her head around the corner, stared at me like I had…

    She stopped to pet the lion. No, it wasn’t dangerous. In fact, there was nothing in it to fear (except maybe the strange looks from other pedestrians).  This lion was as still  and as silent as a sculpture.  Yes, really. It was a sculpture.  But it was there, standing in her path simply…

She stood in the middle of ornate gardens, intricate details on all the buildings and tendrils of hair blowing in the (bitterly cold) breeze.  She told me about her friends, her family. her favorite music (John Mayer and Metallica), her school, her dreams, her plans-for-the-next-step.  We walked around, watching painters paint and listening to birds…

  She was on her hands and knees in the middle of the barn floor doing what she does best: laughing. Laura‘s wedding day had (finally) arrived and Ashton was hard at work; helping, serving, assisting, scurrying, decorating, laughing.  She was having fun working. Repeat: fun and working WERE in the same sentence. Because that’s…

   What girl doesn’t love dress-up?   The  shoes. The accessories.  The picking-out-of-the-dress. The makeup colors.  The twirling. The spinning.  The high heels. The bright red lip stick.   Being an adult is basically playing dress up every day, yes? Dressing up for the important meeting. Dressing up for an important date.  Dressing up for church….

To spend time in Bellingham, WA in the winter is to flirt with rain.   To combine an alleyway (my favorite!) with fabulous and quirky sweaters (Beau’s favorites!) and a classy pipe (Beau’s favorite!) with backlit raindrops (my favorite!), these photos are basically – well – AWESOME. (Said with all the humility possible, of course. :-P)…