Lauren and I have known each other since 6th grade orchestra class. I was always second chair to her, though I never minded. I just loved hearing her play… plus it took all the pressure off of me to lead the basses. I always knew her as Lauren Cauthorn and I actually had to check facebook before writing this post to find out her married name. Granted she has been married to a charming British bloke man for a few years now, I just don’t pay attention to silly details like “names.”
This set of photos, much like the Giles family post earlier took place at Thrasher Park. I knew it would be a good spot for them because Cameron loves trains and they run past the park about every 30 minutes.
I can say the Giles family is one of my favorite repeat customers thus far. Granted, most of my shoots are weddings and it would be terrible to say I have favorite repeat customers there… though I really toyed with the idea of a company motto that read, “If you aren’t happy with your photos, you’re next wedding is free!” Most people probably wouldn’t get the humor as a lot can be lost in translation on the interwebs.
These photos were taken at Thrasher Park in downtown Norcross. It was a great spot… actually a little too great as the place was PACKED with familes and kids running around everywhere. In fact, I think there were 3 other professional photographers there doing the same thing I was.
And finally, the “why is this guy following me around???” look.
Rob Devlin is an old friend of mine. We go back to freshman high school Spanish class. From there we connected through music when we found we both played complimenting rhythm instruments- he on drums, me on bass. Another friend of his played guitar (Greg), so naturally we started a band. And we didn’t start just a band, we started a terrible band. We were a 90′s rock cover band without a singer – and it’s exactly what we wanted. We could rock out as loud as we wanted, get lost in the music, and not feel guilty if we weren’t getting better because we [almost] never played anywhere. When we did play for an audience, it was all sans vocals unless someone in the crowd wanted to jump on stage with us and risk their ears and the respect of their friends. Rob always worked multiple jobs and provided everything we needed for the band- even things we didn’t need: laser lights, fog machines, too many speakers, business cards, a website, the list goes on.
Even when Greg and I went away to college, Rob was still committed to the band, no matter what the cost. For Christmas that same year, he found us 4-track recorders as presents so that we could still record music long-distance. We’d each pick a track and mail tapes to each other to fill in our parts. It was as brilliant as it was generous. Rob has always been a great friend.
When I met Lacey, I knew she was the best thing to happen to Rob since the band (half joking). In fact, I now know that Rob breaking his ankle in college was a dark cloud with the brightest silver lining he could have ever hoped for. Thanksgiving break 2004, I was living in Nashville 30 minutes from Rob at MTSU in Murfreesboro. He told me he’d broken his ankle at the TV studio on campus where he worked. He asked if I could give him a ride home and back for the holiday break. I was happy to do it and enjoy some company for the ride home to Atlanta. The ride home and back went well, but what I distinctly remember was Rob telling me as I dropped him off that Sunday back in Nashville that a girl from the station was coming over that night. She was bringing him Thanksgiving leftovers from her family’s Thanksgiving dinner. Not only did I know this girl had an interest in Rob, but I knew she was the girl Rob would marry (if he knew what was good for him!).
Rob and Lacey were married in Nashville on Vanderbilt’s campus at the the Scarritt-Bennett Chapel on October 10th. The ceremony was as beautiful as the life they have ahead of them. Cheesy, I know- but I truly am happy for them both.
When you own the lighting set-up, the possibilities are endless…
Ross and Courtney were married on September 25th at the Swilley Chapel in the Second Ponce De Leon Baptist Church in Buckhead. As Keri and I start our own plans for our wedding, I love picking up on tips from brides. For example, chapel prices can be almost half of sanctuary prices… I had no idea. As you can see below, chapel weddings are just beautiful!
Ross works with me at my “day job,” so I was honored when he asked me to shoot his wedding. Keri and I were going to be there anyway, so I was excited at the opportunity to be the photog for the day. They couldn’t have asked for better weather! It was such a great fall day, albeit a little warm. Deep blue skies with a few cotton-fluffy clouds scattered about. The reception was at Kimball Hall in Roswell on “wedding row” as I’ve come to call Mimosa Blvd. The Kimball Hall staff did a great job with the indoor and outdoor decorations as well as the food.
I’ll let the pictures below do the rest of the talking.
This was the sweetest part of the wedding: the silent time for the couple to pray.
…then Ross gave Courtney a little kiss, and she said “wait! not yet!” as they walked back to the altar.
Hence the light-hearted laughter.
Apparently going out of the country means you forget about all the work you wanted to do before you left. My sister, who attended Auburn for undergrad, sent me a text last night that read “hey- you still haven’t blogged about that Auburn wedding! I want to see the pix!”
Sorry for the delay! I had a great time in Auburn for Regan and Jeff’s wedding weekend. Everything was beautiful and was at a cute little chapel right across from Samford Hall on campus. There were hints of rain, but never caused anyone any problems. Regan looked beautiful in her dress and Jeff looked distinguished with his silver vest and tie. The reception was definitely a party! I have so many pictures of people dancing you’d think they were at a downtown NYC club and not an antebellum home in Auburn. Afterward I went out with all the bridesmaids (and their husbands) and ended up eating pizza with a few friends from the wedding in a hotel room until 4am. Most photographers don’t get such a royal treatment…
The Schnorf | Hunt wedding was this weekend in Midtown Atlanta and it was so much fun! I plan on working on all the other fancy schmancy wedding pictures later (beautiful church btw)- but first, I was way too excited to get these up on the blog! Keri, my lovely assistant/fiance, was kind enough to help shoot this wedding with me and man (woman?) the photo booth. Keri works for beer and pizza, so she’s the best assistant I could imagine for the job. She was awesome, but so were her subjects!
And now without further ado- the Photo Booth! Available from Alex the Photo Guy wherever alcohol and sombreros are served… (p.s.- I recommend full screen)
Katie and Robby had a beautiful wedding 4 weeks ago at Transfiguration Catholic Church in Marietta, which happened to be the church my family went to for a number of years of my childhood. The wedding went off without a hitch and was followed by the prettiest church reception I’ve seen. I never knew Transfiguration had such a classic reception space- big windows, wooden ceiling, good lighting.
I had a fun time getting to know Katie and Robby when we snapped photos at the hotel pre-wedding. However, I really got a sense of what a great man Robby is from a toast given at the reception. One of his best friends from high school, whom he played football with, was in a bad car wreck a few years back. He was left partially paralyzed, requiring the use of a walker to get around. Apparently, when he got back to his apartment after his time in the hospital, he got a call from Robby. Robby said that he was packing his things to move in so that he can help his friend get around and become acclimated to his new way of living. If that isn’t a great friend, then I don’t know what is.
With that said, here are the photos from the wedding.
I always knew her as Lauren Cauthorn and I actually had to check facebook before writing this post to find out her married name. Granted she has been married to a charming British bloke man for a few years now, I just don’t pay attention to silly details like “names.”
