<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829605451815600598</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:48:47.650-07:00</updated><category term='group'/><category term='photo'/><category term='cake'/><category term='love'/><category term='vancouver'/><category term='stanley park'/><category term='photography'/><category term='food'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='couple'/><title type='text'>Not fit for print..</title><subtitle type='html'>a useless account of everyday life..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsidianfox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829605451815600598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianfox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Obsidian Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931073132548621348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829605451815600598.post-7824068993063364139</id><published>2007-09-30T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:22:40.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a blog?</title><content type='html'>The following images are unedited.  Resized for better viewing, but are straight from the camera Jpgs.  Most were shot with my nikon D70, but others with the D200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out to meet L and A this day, but my well layed plans made me an hour early.  With summer dwindling, and no ice cream eaten this WHOOOOLE summer, i decided to stop by the boardwalk, and take in some well deserved iced cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCHPq5-VII/AAAAAAAAAJo/5yyiI8kuo3E/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCHPq5-VII/AAAAAAAAAJo/5yyiI8kuo3E/s320/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116237879978120322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breakfast was even more great when this guy started singing the teddy bear picnic song.. It made me smile like i havent in some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCHQq5-VJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mAmwHSSARnE/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCHQq5-VJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mAmwHSSARnE/s320/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116237897157989522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like this building..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCHRK5-VKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XUZnZP4oz8Q/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCHRK5-VKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XUZnZP4oz8Q/s320/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116237905747924130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this castle with coooool clouds that i should toootaly HRD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCHRa5-VLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/48Bfhj0PcDo/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCHRa5-VLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/48Bfhj0PcDo/s320/004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116237910042891442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burrard Skytrain station.  I want to hit this spot again with a fish and tripod, get some F22 slow shutter during rush hour.  This place is massive, and at 18mm i can only take in a tiny portion of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCHSK5-VMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/U987ehvzAZU/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCHSK5-VMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/U987ehvzAZU/s320/005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116237922927793346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like shooting from the hip with digital, too hard to focus.. but this was a close one.. i spose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCIZq5-VNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1QBBlkMsbPo/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCIZq5-VNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1QBBlkMsbPo/s320/006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116239151288440018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend of a friend knows that girl... Small world eh?  talk about "degrees of seperation"  I had alot of fun exposing these two in many different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCIaa5-VOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/o7GCnhL0OuY/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCIaa5-VOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/o7GCnhL0OuY/s320/007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116239164173341922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i told you i had fun exposing those two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCKJ65-VSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7EHN4IOvKxU/s1600-h/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCKJ65-VSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7EHN4IOvKxU/s320/012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116241079728756002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water is just a lot of fun, taken at the ugly ugly fountain by the art gallery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCIa65-VPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6s5w43bKXA0/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCIa65-VPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6s5w43bKXA0/s320/009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116239172763276530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this is totally shot from the hip.  I didnt have to, but yeah.. just for kicks..  A shout to The Jman at http://myprivateparty.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCIca5-VQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9wNOlOGloJ4/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCIca5-VQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9wNOlOGloJ4/s320/010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116239198533080322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gypsy lady always is infront of the gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCIe65-VRI/AAAAAAAAAKw/yshVApoeWjs/s1600-h/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCIe65-VRI/AAAAAAAAAKw/yshVApoeWjs/s320/011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116239241482753298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people were there the other day when i took the intelligence shot.  It would lead me to believe they are gypsies...  Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCLiq5-VXI/AAAAAAAAALg/kiHTUJgZUYU/s1600-h/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCLiq5-VXI/AAAAAAAAALg/kiHTUJgZUYU/s320/013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116242604442146162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a hell of a time keeping the dog out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCLjK5-VYI/AAAAAAAAALo/WhKMSjDcQwE/s1600-h/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCLjK5-VYI/AAAAAAAAALo/WhKMSjDcQwE/s320/014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116242613032080770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booooring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCLja5-VZI/AAAAAAAAALw/74XDy44GPts/s1600-h/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCLja5-VZI/AAAAAAAAALw/74XDy44GPts/s320/015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116242617327048082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what i was waiting for, i missed like 3 trains here, and .. no, wait.. this one was coming into the stop.. Yeah, im an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCLj65-VaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sxARYDLD6bY/s1600-h/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCLj65-VaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sxARYDLD6bY/s320/016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116242625916982690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSN, reporting infront of GM place.  Well technically this is across the water, and that ball thing is science world, but this gives the best view.  If i was a reporter, i wouldnt bother with the fancy shoes..  Or maybe even the pants..  boxers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCLka5-VbI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KisNj5Y0mak/s1600-h/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCLka5-VbI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KisNj5Y0mak/s320/017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116242634506917298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://rhapsouldize.deviantart.com asked for a color version of this, so here it is.  I like both actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCNaq5-VcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nUNkgg3oWiE/s1600-h/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCNaq5-VcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nUNkgg3oWiE/s320/018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116244666026448322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn damn damn.. i really wanted this shot, but that stupid truck is in the way *rage*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCNa65-VdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/t_K7OPOtYpE/s1600-h/019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCNa65-VdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/t_K7OPOtYpE/s320/019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116244670321415634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, another boooring shot :( .. see, im capable of crap too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCNfK5-VfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/IBYFt9SAamY/s1600-h/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCNfK5-VfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/IBYFt9SAamY/s320/021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116244743335859698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the red says it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCNgK5-VgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/REShRRPuczQ/s1600-h/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCNgK5-VgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/REShRRPuczQ/s320/022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116244760515728898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking on the edge of the bad part of town, and this guy goes to cross the street, after getting up from beside this rolled up sweater.  I was about to walk by when i hear "DONT STEP ON THE BIRD!!" He ran infront of me, and picked up the sweater, which i saw had a pidgeon, hurt obviously wrapped up in it.  He picked it up, and made sure it was ok and decided to bring it to one of east vans most desolate attractions " The peoples pidgeon park "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought it to another guy who took it from him and craddled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw too homeless women making out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCOfK5-VhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/v5BTTR_dO9I/s1600-h/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCOfK5-VhI/AAAAAAAAAMw/v5BTTR_dO9I/s320/023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116245842847487506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCOfa5-ViI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9ocZ2Voei5A/s1600-h/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCOfa5-ViI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9ocZ2Voei5A/s320/024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116245847142454818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly have an urge to give my money to the lady in the doorway...... that, and collect nuts for the winter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCOga5-VjI/AAAAAAAAANA/LinK-gQt00g/s1600-h/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCOga5-VjI/AAAAAAAAANA/LinK-gQt00g/s320/025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116245864322324018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70-200/2.8VR.. only one decent shot.. well, i wasnt really trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCOhK5-VkI/AAAAAAAAANI/NTj8cJZX6qc/s1600-h/026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCOhK5-VkI/AAAAAAAAANI/NTj8cJZX6qc/s320/026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116245877207225922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like wideness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCOhq5-VlI/AAAAAAAAANQ/IxtSMnFrl8Q/s1600-h/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCOhq5-VlI/AAAAAAAAANQ/IxtSMnFrl8Q/s320/027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116245885797160530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829605451815600598-7824068993063364139?l=obsidianfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsidianfox.blogspot.com/feeds/7824068993063364139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829605451815600598&amp;postID=7824068993063364139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829605451815600598/posts/default/7824068993063364139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829605451815600598/posts/default/7824068993063364139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianfox.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-blog.html' title='I have a blog?'/><author><name>Obsidian Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931073132548621348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RwCHPq5-VII/AAAAAAAAAJo/5yyiI8kuo3E/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829605451815600598.post-2620922654310470839</id><published>2006-12-26T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:04:47.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A good day to get married in Kamloops..</title><content type='html'>I have known the Hills for The better part of two years, and i was honoured to be asked to shoot for them..  Having little formal wedding experience, i have to say i was quite nervous..  Nervous about shooting it wrong, or god forbid, screwing up..  But those are the same feelings i imagine everyone feels when they embark on a new adventure..  So it was not much unlike the wedding itself..  The couple embarking on a new journey of their own..  It came down to it, and i did great.. seems i worried over nothing, because other than a few frames, I was very impressed with myself..  and the frames i wasn't, those were just the practice shots anyways..  So i turned that mountain back into the molehill it was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have too much wedding experience, but i view that as a good thing.. to make unique, what other photographers might make static..  to work with the couple, and make their memories something truly amazing, and everlasting..  It is something that i really enjoy doing, and look forward to more wedding shoots in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured, these images are indeed fit for print, and not a useless account of everyday life.. but i think, a great collection of memories.. to last for all time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the hair.. Something the bride will remember when she is doing HER daughters hair before that wedding.. Wedding photography isnt about group shots and kisses, its about memories.. and those include moments like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH8leK1j_I/AAAAAAAAADw/41Fy03Di0DM/s1600-h/getting+ready4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH8leK1j_I/AAAAAAAAADw/41Fy03Di0DM/s320/getting+ready4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013065580923949042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH9i-K1kAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CL0a7GyB8XQ/s1600-h/getting+ready5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH9i-K1kAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CL0a7GyB8XQ/s320/getting+ready5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013066637485903874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, putting on a necklace is a two person job..  The brides dad helps the Maid of honour finish her ' costume '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH8LeK1j-I/AAAAAAAAADo/7eoweIkEPCQ/s1600-h/getting+ready3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH8LeK1j-I/AAAAAAAAADo/7eoweIkEPCQ/s320/getting+ready3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013065134247350242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i learned over my 'apprentiship' at the studio, is that the full brides dress should remain in frame at all times, and secondly, that people pay alot of money for their wedding shoes, and want to be able to see them.. So wherever possible, make those shots without having to be told to.. and definatly dont regret it later.. Film is cheap compared to memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH7quK1j9I/AAAAAAAAADg/rq9kJx3hywM/s1600-h/getting+ready2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH7quK1j9I/AAAAAAAAADg/rq9kJx3hywM/s320/getting+ready2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013064571606634450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things can get a little tiring... after hours of preperation, we are almost ready to take off to the resort. Just a bit more here and there, and next stop.. Marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH7AuK1j8I/AAAAAAAAADY/vLuZ60tF_JA/s1600-h/getting+ready1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH7AuK1j8I/AAAAAAAAADY/vLuZ60tF_JA/s320/getting+ready1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013063850052128706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the bride, exiting her chariot.. well, PT Cruiser.. don't let anyone tell you those things cant beat any land-speed records..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH_4eK1kHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4zuGRBB2Z-Y/s1600-h/bride+arrives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH_4eK1kHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4zuGRBB2Z-Y/s320/bride+arrives.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013069205876346994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip from the car, to the front door can be a long one, with a train to protect from the cruel and unforgiving pavement..  The job of saving it, takes atleast 3 people to pull off correctly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH-veK1kDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VpIgzaZw0Ow/s1600-h/arriving2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH-veK1kDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VpIgzaZw0Ow/s320/arriving2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013067951745896498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a cutie!  The Niece of the Groom, hardly knew what was going on.. but atleast she knew what to do when the camera was pointed at her!  Caught ' mid cheese '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH--uK1kEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vHga-8dGxUQ/s1600-h/baby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH--uK1kEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vHga-8dGxUQ/s320/baby1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013068213738901570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant have too many memories.. Tim here was the head video-grapher for the Hill wedding.. I haven't seen the tape, but I imagine its just as good as my pictures are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH0_OK1j2I/AAAAAAAAACo/Pc-2SgLgQ-o/s1600-h/a+different+angle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH0_OK1j2I/AAAAAAAAACo/Pc-2SgLgQ-o/s320/a+different+angle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013057227212558178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maid of honour led the wedding procession, being no stranger to the aisle walk herself, she did it with much grace, and you can tell she is enjoying it..  No horror stories about 'bridesmaid dresses' for her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH_ReK1kFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LuDT-uziyNM/s1600-h/Bmaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH_ReK1kFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LuDT-uziyNM/s320/Bmaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013068535861448786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the bride!  Tradition dictates the father gives the bride away..  but she wont go too far..  Just far enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIIgeK1kbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fT46U0K7AD8/s1600-h/Down+the+aisle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIIgeK1kbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fT46U0K7AD8/s320/Down+the+aisle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013078689164136882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will always be hand in hand, as long as they live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIDkeK1kTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0-q_iArJ-4A/s1600-h/Hands2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIDkeK1kTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0-q_iArJ-4A/s320/Hands2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013073260325474610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this ring.. I thee wed.. A vignetted shot of the newly bound lovers hands.. One of the most shot images in all weddings.. Such a strong symbol of love indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIDceK1kSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fhzBArdii0c/s1600-h/Hands1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIDceK1kSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fhzBArdii0c/s320/Hands1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013073122886521122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents look on, just as the vows are read.. Tears welling up in their eyes as their only daughter enters a new chapter of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIEe-K1kWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LRhNuqU85Fk/s1600-h/parents+watch+on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIEe-K1kWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LRhNuqU85Fk/s320/parents+watch+on.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013074265347821922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think she would be any happier if she was holding a $50 million dollar winning lottery ticket.. Now, $51 million, thats a different story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIE0OK1kXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TBvg96zsbZg/s1600-h/so+proud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIE0OK1kXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TBvg96zsbZg/s320/so+proud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013074630420042098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kiss..  ( not much more to say about that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIFLeK1kYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BT5X8e9BQZw/s1600-h/the+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIFLeK1kYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BT5X8e9BQZw/s320/the+kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013075029852000642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their first walk together as a couple, back down the aisle, happy as can be.. Ive blurred their surroundings to add a timeless feel to this moment.. Something maybe to use as a frontpage for a wedding scrap book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIBT-K1kLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IiPuzjL3rQs/s1600-h/bridegroom5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIBT-K1kLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/IiPuzjL3rQs/s320/bridegroom5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013070777834377394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely boquet, tossed aside ( for the time being ) to indulge in the glorious breakfast that was supplied for the guests..  I dont think ive ever tasted fresher fruit.. it was simply devine..&lt;br /&gt;but that was after taking a few shots of people digging in for brunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH_m-K1kGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MAXTHiSKVpM/s1600-h/boquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH_m-K1kGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MAXTHiSKVpM/s320/boquet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013068905228636258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to forget the guy who carved your first piece of married roast!?  Not when the food was as good as it was you dont..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIFeeK1kZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/p1qBGPZRRsg/s1600-h/thechef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIFeeK1kZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/p1qBGPZRRsg/s320/thechef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013075356269515154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the use of stone in my backgrounds..  Especially with the trees and the great color around this location..  I enjoyed this part of the shoot most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIASOK1kII/AAAAAAAAAE4/DF6hWNN6pBw/s1600-h/Brideandgroom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIASOK1kII/AAAAAAAAAE4/DF6hWNN6pBw/s320/Brideandgroom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013069648257978498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing in-between shots, i just had to capture this, most natural of shots..  You can tell they are quite in love..  and that it will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIAg-K1kJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LB0nArLmiIk/s1600-h/Brideandgroom3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIAg-K1kJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LB0nArLmiIk/s320/Brideandgroom3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013069901661048978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost as classic as they come.  I wanted to get a sort of old-school retro feel, while still using full advantage of my color film..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIBCuK1kKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dRZfsqzGDn0/s1600-h/Brideandgroom4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIBCuK1kKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dRZfsqzGDn0/s320/Brideandgroom4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013070481481633954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The South Thompson Inn and resort's front steps.  The lovely couple taking a breather from shaking hands and giving hugs..  but not from photographs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIBjuK1kMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/si3Fdne9GEw/s1600-h/bridegroom6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIBjuK1kMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/si3Fdne9GEw/s320/bridegroom6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013071048417317058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fence homed two lovely brown horses, one of which came over to see if the newly weds had any food..  They didnt, but i had some purell in my bag for afterwards (always be prepared)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIB_uK1kNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Gkk_eEjzyQo/s1600-h/bridegroom7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIB_uK1kNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Gkk_eEjzyQo/s320/bridegroom7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013071529453654226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time to themselves, away from the cameras, and the extra people..  I still managed to make a bit of a moment from that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZICSOK1kOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9mJGEYFAifk/s1600-h/eternity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZICSOK1kOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9mJGEYFAifk/s320/eternity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013071847281234146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here they are, the Hill's.  Quite an amazing family if i do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZICmOK1kPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KQoVaSI6E-E/s1600-h/Family1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZICmOK1kPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KQoVaSI6E-E/s320/Family1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013072190878617842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing, sharing stories, and looking to the future, the Maid of honour imparts some wisdom to the newly weds..  Sharing her wisdom and insightful thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZID5-K1kUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CYxk_cs5AzY/s1600-h/Laughing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZID5-K1kUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CYxk_cs5AzY/s320/Laughing1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013073629692662082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now play nice girls, this is a wedding..  They have no idea whats going on, but as long as they have something to play with, they will have just as much fun as the rest of the guests are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIELOK1kVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qfly0quCVNc/s1600-h/ohbehave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIELOK1kVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qfly0quCVNc/s320/ohbehave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013073926045405522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two generations of Hill women, standing strong and tall, while their husbands do their bidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIGMuK1kaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ni3293kpb98/s1600-h/thegirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIGMuK1kaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ni3293kpb98/s320/thegirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013076150838464930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grounds came complete with two lovely carriages, available to rent, or just pose infront of..  Not really anywhere to go, so i just posed them infront of it for a few shots..  The sun was quite intense that day, but it sure was lovely for an october wedding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH4PeK1j3I/AAAAAAAAACw/pAlypuj7uoQ/s1600-h/Brideandgroom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH4PeK1j3I/AAAAAAAAACw/pAlypuj7uoQ/s320/Brideandgroom1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013060804920315762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bride and her father infront of the river.. Not quite as high as I would have liked, for the pictures sake, but we made due.. It still is a beautiful spot, no matter how much water is in the river..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH-EeK1kBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dDQo_TWuaXA/s1600-h/and+her+father.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH-EeK1kBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dDQo_TWuaXA/s320/and+her+father.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013067213011521554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just so proud of her little girl. The brides mom was thrilled to see her only daughter get married.. She was glowing the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH-bOK1kCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/D8GLhD1ZMtU/s1600-h/and+her+mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH-bOK1kCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/D8GLhD1ZMtU/s320/and+her+mother.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013067603853545506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake was saved from the rampage of guests at the wedding, and brought home to enjoy with select family and friends..  I had a great time at the 'afterparty' and the brides parents house, is just amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH4muK1j4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/bpF1QYeRjdY/s1600-h/afterparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH4muK1j4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/bpF1QYeRjdY/s320/afterparty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013061204352274306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them eat cake!  and a delicious cake it was..  The purple stuff was nearly 200% sugar, but the rest was superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIC1uK1kQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9qIvRdul908/s1600-h/feedme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZIC1uK1kQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9qIvRdul908/s320/feedme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013072457166590210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ends a long day, bride and groom ready to embark to Whistler to share some quiet time together, on a much needed honeymoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And they lived happily ever after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829605451815600598-2620922654310470839?l=obsidianfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsidianfox.blogspot.com/feeds/2620922654310470839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829605451815600598&amp;postID=2620922654310470839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829605451815600598/posts/default/2620922654310470839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829605451815600598/posts/default/2620922654310470839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianfox.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-day-to-get-married-in-kamloops.html' title='A good day to get married in Kamloops..'/><author><name>Obsidian Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931073132548621348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RZH8leK1j_I/AAAAAAAAADw/41Fy03Di0DM/s72-c/getting+ready4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829605451815600598.post-7334412983088746106</id><published>2006-12-23T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T22:46:38.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stanley park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vancouver'/><title type='text'>before ruin befell Lord Stanley's Park..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To get my new blog off and rolling in the right direction, theres nothing better than a bit of cuteness.. If you've ever wondered what cuddly object animals sleep with, its not stuffed humans, its empty water bottles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4JRuK1jqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oF3cw3x9HO0/s1600-h/coon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4JRuK1jqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oF3cw3x9HO0/s320/coon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011953635365850786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4JRuK1jrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3Ptrg7oBXEg/s1600-h/coon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4JRuK1jrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3Ptrg7oBXEg/s320/coon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011953635365850802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came running down the steps at prospect point only to hop up on the wall and just take it all in..&lt;br /&gt;I envy those people who can do this.. atleast on a regular basis..&lt;br /&gt;In the past month the park has been bombarded with storms, and lies in ruins.. unfortunatly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4KZ-K1jsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bpr-lPQo_J4/s1600-h/girl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4KZ-K1jsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bpr-lPQo_J4/s320/girl1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011954876611399362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://tiger-girl.deviantart.com/"&gt;Tiger Girl&lt;/a&gt; loves posing.. and was all too happy to be a model for the day.. such a devious smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4MQ-K1jtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/c87ZgNZvhOE/s1600-h/tiger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4MQ-K1jtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/c87ZgNZvhOE/s320/tiger1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011956921015832274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along for the ride was also &lt;a href="http://whisperintheshadows.deviantart.com/"&gt;Josh&lt;/a&gt; a hell raiser, also sporting a fancy cloak.. shown here rescuing his love (*note not really) from the well..  Just a fun little prop with two superb models..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4Pd-K1juI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-n86uAhfCVw/s1600-h/lovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4Pd-K1juI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-n86uAhfCVw/s320/lovers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011960442889015010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why these hardcore punks would think we were throwing down rocks at them.. just cause we were standing above them..  we weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4QQeK1jvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gQ6qLOU1T8g/s1600-h/bikers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4QQeK1jvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gQ6qLOU1T8g/s320/bikers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011961310472408818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collecting berries for some sort of potion, or something, Josh's appreciation for nature is captured here.. Just a spontaneous grab.. i like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4Rs-K1jwI/AAAAAAAAABE/NtYKaE1mZ9U/s1600-h/Joshberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4Rs-K1jwI/AAAAAAAAABE/NtYKaE1mZ9U/s320/Joshberries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011962899610308354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on the beach, we decided on a quick dip.. well the guys did, the girls for the time being decided to stay dry..  Until josh decided it would&lt;br /&gt;be a GREAT idea to throw Tiger Girl in, and he did indeed succede..  She looked pissed, but not for long.. it was all in good fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4TxuK1jxI/AAAAAAAAABM/CqUTJGhCeOE/s1600-h/groupshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4TxuK1jxI/AAAAAAAAABM/CqUTJGhCeOE/s320/groupshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011965180237942546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was suggested that i throw &lt;a href="http://scottishrose.deviantart.com/"&gt;Scottish Rose&lt;/a&gt; in too, seeing as she was dressed for it, but i couldn't do it.. Even tho it would only be a joke, it was cold, and i knew she wouldn't want to take the plunge..  plus, she is FAR too beautiful to do that to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4Wm-K1jyI/AAAAAAAAABU/VQUtw8i6Xh0/s1600-h/rose1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4Wm-K1jyI/AAAAAAAAABU/VQUtw8i6Xh0/s320/rose1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011968294089232162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could post tons of pictures of her, and still not get tired of them, but ill leave it for now..&lt;br /&gt;These touring youngsters arent used to non credit card operated viewfinders, and had trouble finding out how to work it..  but they eventually did, and it was adorable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4ZwOK1j0I/AAAAAAAAABk/uNN147WR8EQ/s1600-h/Kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4ZwOK1j0I/AAAAAAAAABk/uNN147WR8EQ/s320/Kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011971751537905474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let anyone tell you that Canadian raccoons are nicer than american raccoons, they arent!  and josh found that out the hard way..  " That dem thar raccoon bit ma pointin finger! " (*note* josh is not, and has never been, a redneck.. infact, hes Canadian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4ZwOK1jzI/AAAAAAAAABc/wRgX8tDmp3E/s1600-h/bloodyfinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4ZwOK1jzI/AAAAAAAAABc/wRgX8tDmp3E/s320/bloodyfinger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011971751537905458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a mostly untouched shot of &lt;a href="http://tantas.deviantart.com/"&gt;Ryan&lt;/a&gt; shooting Tiger Girl again, quite backlit, and the glow is real..  The sky, i darkened seperatly.. but seeing as you can do that in a darkroom, i figure its not cheating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4d2-K1j1I/AAAAAAAAABs/XEIpXMWFL5k/s1600-h/Glow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4d2-K1j1I/AAAAAAAAABs/XEIpXMWFL5k/s320/Glow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011976265548533586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading and sharing the pics..  Lately there have been a few BIG storms ravaging the area, and many many trees, and paths have been blown away, or washed out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it may never be the same again :( .. which is awful, cause i loved it there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers from stormy Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;-Scott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829605451815600598-7334412983088746106?l=obsidianfox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obsidianfox.blogspot.com/feeds/7334412983088746106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829605451815600598&amp;postID=7334412983088746106' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829605451815600598/posts/default/7334412983088746106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829605451815600598/posts/default/7334412983088746106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obsidianfox.blogspot.com/2006/12/before-ruin-befell-lord-stanleys-park.html' title='before ruin befell Lord Stanley&apos;s Park..'/><author><name>Obsidian Fox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07931073132548621348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Hk2ddkXTi8s/RY4JRuK1jqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oF3cw3x9HO0/s72-c/coon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
