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June 30th, 2011

This post is part 2 of a 2-part series. Read part 1 – Read part 2

We are on a roll with the Kahlil Gibran here, so let’s keep going! While we wait for the photos from the lively reception that followed the marrying of Cassie and Joe, we can hear from Mr. Gibran on the subject (should that be subjects? no, he says they’re the same thing) of Joy and Sorrow.

Two important notes first:

1. Yes, that is a cake fight you see happening between the bride and groom.
2. The groom made the skull and stars arch under which they were married. At the time of the wedding (many months ago), he declared himself to be available to make similar objects for other weddings, so if that sounds like something you would want, get in touch with us and we’ll find out if his fine services are still available.

On Joy and Sorrow

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

from Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet

November 7th, 2010

Hey there, Red Bat fans!  Patrick here.  Remember me?  It’s been a while since I’ve posted, because hey, Rebecca does a fantastic job with these blog posts.  Frankly, it’s kind of intimidating.  But here I am, because I have some photos I’d like to share with you.  Shocking, right?  Photos on a photo blog?  Maybe I should share some recipes, just to mix things up a bit.  Like my recipe for pickled twinkies, or badger flambe.  Ok, ok – that wouldn’t be fair.  Or (let’s face it) tasty.

Allow me to get serious for a moment. It’s been a pretty long year, and it’s been full of wedding photography.  Which is GREAT.  I like weddings.  I like tracking the journey of the couple through that day, down the tunnel to the light at the end of the aisle.  I kind of see it like one of those Family Circle cartoons with the dotted lines running all over the place and finally converging in one location.  I like the food (oh, the food), and the dancing is almost always hilariously awesome.  It’s a lot of work, but it’s rewarding work.

But it’s nice to have a change of pace. It’s nice to take photos of something that isn’t quite as hectic and emotional and, well, FRAUGHT.  And it’s nice to take photos of beautiful people wrapped in curtains with kelp in their hair at the beach at sunset right before the rain.

This is Claire.  Remember Claire?  She has a new secret venture, and these photos are part of that Venture That Must Not Yet Be Named.  She and Sushila (remember Sushila?) got Claire all dolled up as a sea nymph/naiad/nereid, complete with kelp bulbs in her hair, and I have to say, I think the results are pretty amazing.

The three of us piled into my car and drove up Highway 1 to the agreed-upon-location, but when we got there, it was pretty overcast and threatening rain.  So we headed south again AT SPEED to stay ahead of the coming storm.  We found a beach that looked perfect, scrambled out, and had ourselves a shoot.  We had a great time, and while it was freezing (it’s HARD being a model) I tried to keep everyone nice and toasty with some terrible, TERRIBLE jokes.

Sushila handled makeup, curtain arrangement, blanket wrapping, hair arrangement and production assistance.  I took care of the lensing, the shouting of “WORK IT, WORK IT”, the aforementioned jokes, and also did some blanket fetching and (if I recall correctly) shoe fetching.  Claire handled beauty, poise, grace under pressure, wind and cold, and even threw a few chuckles my way through chattering teeth.  Thanks, Claire!

I think everything turned out fantastic.  Have a look for yourself:

The Nereid(1820)
Alexander Pushkin

Among the glaucous waves that kiss gold Tauris’ beaches
I saw a Nereid, as dawn flushed heaven’s reaches.
I barely dared to breathe, hid in the olive trees,
While the young demigoddess rose above the seas;
Her young, her swan-white breast above the waters lifting,
From her soft hair she wrung the foam in garlands drifting.