She helped him on the ends of the Hockey Song, held his hand crossing the street, stretched her arms wide even after the fourth run across the grass.  Mom things.  Tiny things, big things, important things.

My Mom made me who I am by these things, I move furniture before I clean, hum the bars of harmonica in Five Days in May, laugh with abandon, swear often, say I love you in between each breath.  Small things that happened in between moments that threaded between my pores, on a blustery Saturday of October I had the happiest afternoon snapping these moments of Sarah and Brighton’s lives.

I hope to know Brighton years from now, see who he becomes, see who Sarah helps him to become.

Hello Brighton, I love you.

I know this one is a bit blurry, but for some reason I just completely fell head over heels for it.

I know I always fumble out the right words, but this time I feel like I’ve got none.  None too big, small, wide, perfect or right enough to describe exactly how it felt to stand on the edge of Ryan and Elizabeth’s day.  The day unfolded like a dream, curls pinned, watches snapped all leading up to the moment where they stood, hand in hand declaring those age old vows of love past forever.

And their love, it will last forever.  It was in the quiet of her whisper at the end of the altar, the soft kiss he laid on her shoulder, wrapped between the chords of Billie Holiday and echoed through the grins and tears of the people who know them best.

How unimaginably lucky I have been to know you, for me, as someone who so wholeheartedly hopes and believes in love you have been a joy to photograph.  A million thank yous would not be enough to show how happy I’ve been that you two took a leap with me.  I hope your honeymoon in London is going fantastic (Tate Museum is a must!) and can’t wait to hear all your stories when you get back.  xoxo Camille.

Getting ready with these girls, I literally busted a gut.  They were gorgeous and hilarious, clearly a very deadly combo

Elizabeth is the only girl among three boys, here are her brothers all dolled up in their kilts, I think they look might handsome!

As soon as the veil went on, I’m pretty sure oh my god’s were uttered from every angle of the room.  Purely stunning.

This right here, this is when even I couldn’t help but cry.

The jovial bridal party Damn, they are gorgeous!

Had to post this picture, I loved it way too much, and Carly is just about one of my favorite people ever.  She’s newly engaged and her photos will be splashed here in a couple weeks time!

Here’s Payton and Brighton.  Brighton is Sarah’s (Maid of Honour) son, and clearly the cutest kid alive.  Glasses?  And a kilt?  My head nearly exploded.

Are you kidding me Elizabeth?  SO beautiful!

As of today, right in this minute, this is my most favorite picture I have ever taken.

Today has been the most relaxing day I’ve had in a while.  Spent cuddled and huddled next to my Aunt in my pajamas watching movies all day.  I love days like today.  Love, love, love.  I got home last night from Medicine Hat, but I’ll write a post about that later once I’ve got some pictures downloaded.  It involves an epic car ride and two of us cousins jammed in my Hyundai music blaring.

I know I’m cutting it close on time, but I’m just so glad that I’ve been able to so far this month keep up coming on here and jotting something down, even if it’s a little.  I’ve got some pictures hanging around from the opening July long weekend out at Pine Lake, they put on a spectacular fireworks show, the first we’d ever seen from my Uncle’s new boat.

Oh, and my title is a reference to the soundtrack from Slumdog Millionaire, the movie I’ve had going for the past couple hours while cleaning my room.  It’s a repeater.  Beautiful, wonderful, and no matter how many times I watch it I always end up with tears.  If you haven’t seen it, hit up a blockbuster, even better hit up an HMV and purchase it for multiple viewing enjoyment!

Every time I shoot a wedding I fall more and more in love with this job, every pore in my body gasping in exuberant happiness.  I can’t get enough, not of the flowers, or the parents proud speeches, the best man’s funny jokes, the small children dancing, the hands clasped at the altar, family ties so tangible on this one day you feel like you can reach out and touch them.  The romantic part of my heart overflows with complete contentment, it becomes so full it’s hard not to cry when the Father of the groom chokes up, or when they dance their first dance, or kiss after the first ‘I Do’ of their new lives together.

Their wedding was beautiful, simple, understated, perfect.  I was so happy to be a part of the day with Jenn, so grateful at having a friendship with someone in this industry, tales of the trade passed across ribs and mashed potatoes.  I cannot wait to see all of Jenn’s images, and can’t wait to draft through all of mine, all this happiness, and I get to do it again next weekend.  Here’s to life, in all it’s fabulousness, hope everyones long weekend was as totally awesome as mine.

So I pre-wrote a blog for this morning, but my internet connection is extreme dodge-time, so I can’t load my email where it’s saved.  Though, I’m not going to complain cause internet is internet, and I very much appreciate my Grandma’s 69 year old neighbour having an un-encrypted network!

Today I’m off to shoot a wedding with Jenn Galloway, I’ll write more about her awesomeness tomorrow when this connection firms up, or when I have a chance to hit a Starbucks, hope everyone is having a fantastic long weekend, I know I am, Medicine Hats forecast for today is +35 dear God let my anti-perspirant work over time!

Everyone has a code, some are easier to read than others.  I’d like to think I’m a pretty open-ended gal, easy to read, nearly all of the time.  Knowing me, means knowing that after time, my tenuous moods, aren’t so tenuous, but rather boringly predictable. 

• When I’m sad I watch White Christmas (Bing Crosby cures all)
• When I’m anxious I scrapbook (Two-way tape cures all)
• When I’m stressed I take a bubble bath (Radox Muscle Soak cures all)
• When I’m mad, I write letters (Merriam Webster Thesauraus cures all)
• When I’m happy, I say so (Honesty cures all)

And then, there’s one thing I do throughout it all, when I’m happy it makes me giddier, when I’m sad it cheers me up, when I’m anxious it calms me down, when I’m mad, well usually I just measure things wrong and something turns out wonky, but Damn if I don’t feel less like Cruella Devill and more like Martha Stewart (Pre-jail era) once I’m done. 

Baking. 

I know, I know, it’s a bit dorky, but I just love getting my bake on.  Wow, I could’ve made a comeback before that last sentence, but now I think I’m a real goner.  A goner with sugar cookies mind you.  I’m feeling extraordinarily rambly today in case you can’t tell… I love to bake, any excuse and I’m all over it.  Usually every couple weeks or so I’ll bring in cookies, tarts or  brownies for all the men at my work but every so often we have a birthday and I like to go all out.  

Betty Crocker mixes begone, I stood Monday night in +24 kitchen (Unusually hot for Calgary this time of year) switching my oven on to 350.  Good god in heave, that Amanda didn’t kill me and actually helped me with her artistry skills in cutting parchment paper was a miracle on 34st.  So pulling out all stops for one of my favorites at the shop I brought out the 12 layer cake recipe.  Yes, I just said 12 layers.  12.  Layers.  Actually here’s the part where I fess up and admit that I left two layers off accidentally and they actually are still sitting outside ‘cooling’ on top of the BBQ.  (Camille code: I AM THE MOST FORGETFUL PERSON EVER!)

This time I actually remembered to get my camera for pictures of my kitchen debacle:

I’m a bit of a, shall we say, all-over-the-place baker…

I had an intense measuring system for making sure each baked cake would be the same amount of batter….I later showered to find beige batter in places beige batter ought not to go.

Almost done, this looks like an ad for Denny’s Pancakes, with a potentially diabetic coma inducing amount of syrup draped over them.

Excuse our mess of a fridge, and by our mess, I mean mostly my mess, because, well, look at that first picture.  I’m kind of an all-over-the-place kind of person.

 

Look! Dishes!  I can be helpful some of the time!