I’m not exactly sure when the pivotal moment of my love for photography occurred, but I can trace it back to a few experiences. I love photographs and always have since I can remember. Each time I go home, mom and I somehow end up at the kitchen table with old photo albums strewn everywhere and I always sneakily snake a few keepsakes to take home with me to Dallas. I have fabulous pics of my mother’s childhood in New York equipped with fancy dresses, patent leather mary janes, and beautiful coats - always identically matching with her twin sister!
Check it out…mom, aunt Francis (who we call “Tita” or as my German Irish husband pronounces it “Deed-ah”), grandma Borges, and grandma’s brothers.
Check it out…mom, aunt Francis (who we call “Tita” or as my German Irish husband pronounces it “Deed-ah”), grandma Borges, and grandma’s brothers.
Ever since meeting our AMAZING wedding photographer, Tracy Turpen, who is one of the most talented individuals I've ever met, I have had a slight obsession with wanting to be a good photographer. Tracy is inspiring and immensely talented.
She captured one of the most special moments in mine and Ryan's life. Not only because I was marrying an amazing man, or because the day was picture-perfect and magical (which all definitely were!), but mostly because my husband and I will be able to look back at the last time both of our families would ever spend together again. In the past year and half, Ryan and I lost our younger brothers, Zach and Marcel. We will forever cherish the snapshots Tracy captured of Zach’s brotherly admiration as he gazed at Ryan on the alter, Marcel’s genuine, hilarious, and heart felt freestyle and many other of our most cherished last moments with our brothers.
Here’s a great pic of Marcel and Zach from the wedding.
A night filled with so much love, energy and spirit will forever live in our hearts and on our walls to share with our children, friends, family and anyone else who may walk into our lives.
