The tradition in Fort Fredrick, a segregated part of the Royal Military College campus, is that rank dissolves the moment you enter the fort: a kind of home free for the students. This was obviously Chantel and Dave's "Happy Place," because as soon as they passed through the gates it was nothing but smiles. The scavenger hunt, or game of capture the flag(?) we shot in the midst of (Cadets camp season) barely disrupted the fun and romance. Who would have thought the forest of Arden existed on R.M.C. campus?
Chantel & Terry what a couple of fire crackers, or rather Rockets. Their unflinching affection for one another made the session as easy as shooting fish in a barrel. "Break it up you guys!," was the unerring refrain, "we have to work a new location." In fact, we eventually decided to stop for popsicles (rockets to be exact, and no the irony is not lost on us) to cool things off a little: Keep the Fire Lane clear, cause here are Chantel and Terry.
Not sure if you've every been to Picton, but rest assured a caravan lead by a bride and groom seated in the back of pickup of truck is common place on their main drag. Oh and look out for Jim, the town drunk, he stopped us to express his disgust that the bride had the audacity to wear white, having been allegedly "deflowered" already: ain't that the pot calling the kettle black? Ah yes, the fabled Prince Edward County known for it's full bawdy vintage. Undaunted by the strong didactic nature exhibited by the people of Picton, Mary and Brad threw caution to the wind infiltrating private property to get some truly intoxicating portraits. They showed real prowess as models, venturing so far as to pose on a couch we stumbled upon in a back alley. Here's a taste.
What is that musky draft slithering down the back of my shirt, Bauer? Nope, the breath of a Toronto cabby exercising his penchant for voyeurism. Apparently Canadians are known for their indifference when it comes to "star gazing," unfortunately this trait does not extend to engagement shoots featuring the natives: photographers beware! On second thought, maybe that two-hundred dollar permit that allows you to shoot within the Distillery, rather than around it, is worth it after all? With out further ado here is a "sneak peek" of my cousin Natalie and her fiance Ryan's engagement session. Oh...and how can I forget Bauer, the newest addition to the family - he is lucky he is so cute: sometimes teething puppies can be worse than creeping taxi drivers.
Lindsay and Jeremy, what can I say? After breaking out in hives myself, mild to severe allergic reactions from the rest, getting the finger from a cabby in downtown Kingston, and having my wife hit on by a twelve year old boy, these are the some of the images we walked away with. I guess they call’em clichés for a reason, “no pain no gain?” This truism we tried to impart to Lindsay, but she inevitably refused to play the damsel in distress: being tied to the tracks. In all sincerity, Lindsay and Jeremy were great to work with and terrific people. Thanks for making a wedding in Bancroft not seem so far from home, we look forward to it.