alex + dylan | resplendent garden | texas wedding photographer
Leaf & Bubble | Amarillo Brand Photography
Boba, you guys.
If you aren’t on the boba train yet, all-a-freaking-board.
What even the heck is that, you implore? I can tell you that’s the most commonly asked question over at Leaf & Bubble, Amarillo’s one and only dedicated boba tea shop. After selecting from the fabulous assortment of teas, sinkers, and flavor add-ins, you will be handed a vibrant concoction of liquid goodness.
The next step is to grab a larger-than-you’re-used-to straw and plunge it straight down, through the tea and between the ice, until you get to the squishy and mysterious thingies at the bottom of your cup. Now, I’m only going to tell you this once, but use caution when you take that first sip. Otherwise, you will die.
Just kidding, you won’t die, but you’ll fear for your life for about 1.5 seconds and then you’ll have a permanent twinge of terror with each swig of tea for the remainder of your days.
The reason for all of this, you see, is that those little jiggly spheres barreling up your straw and into your face are extraordinary masterpieces, otherwise known as B O B A. Comprised of tapioca starch and brown sugar, boba has the texture of a slick gummy bear and is 100% meant to be chewed. So, you’re basically getting 2 in 1 - a drink with a snack inside of it. Score.
This is precisely why I instructed you on the method of slurping. Slurp too violently and those little suckers will hit you in the back of the throat and have you gasping for air, while frantically scanning the area for someone who looks like they can handle the Heimlich.
Once you get the method down, though, you’ll fit right in with all of the other seasoned boba suckers and you can make eye contact, knowing that you’re hip and cool tea drinkers.
If you’re not into boba, hey, that’s totally fine. Just customize your own drink and choose a different sinker or, * gasp *, go without any. Then head on over to a table and pull out your laptop to get some work done in their light explosion of a sunroom. Let yourself enjoy their tiny wooden tables and the abundance of natural lighting. Make friends with the many succulents that adorn the windows of Leaf & Bubble. You can even rage-write in your journal about how frustrated you are with the way your husband folds his socks. (He does it wrong.)
If you’re there and you see an angsty freckled person with a pink tea, typing furiously away on her laptop, come over and say hi. It’s me. I’m not rage-writing about my husband because... ehhhhh… I don’t have one. But, if I did, I’m sure he would fold his socks so perfectly. (If you’re reading this, bb, you’re a GREAT sock folder. My number is 8065550123!)
I digress. What I want you to know is that this little sunroom is the most perfect spot to escape from home and get a bit of digital work done, partake in a great book, or just meditate and reflect on life for a few minutes.
What keeps the customers coming back, though, isn’t just the tea. Or the tapioca balls. It’s the two women behind the entire operation. Believe me when I say that they are instantly lovable and they will instantly love you right back.
When I first met them, they were manning a cute little booth at the community market and I had the privilege of watching them grow their business into a thriving storefront. Opening a business is never easy or flawless, but I saw them handle the process with so much determination, grace, and poise. I instantly feel so much pride when I walk into their shop because they are, truly, a couple of badasses.
I can guarantee that you’ll experience a plethora of exciting moments while around Anna and Brooke. In just a matter of minutes, you’ll most likely see them dance, sing, and laugh hysterically to the point of breathlessness. You’ll have friends for life.
(If you ever go to a restaurant with them, be prepared to tell the sever to “give us another minute” about 14 times because their one weakness is not being able to focus on a menu. It’s fine, though, because it just prolongs the amount of time you get to spend with them.)
Oh, and they have bomb scones. I devoured the two in this photo.
Have I convinced you yet?
Their second most common question is, “Where are you located?” Fortunately, I’m going to drop a link that’ll show you exactly where they are right….. H E R E.
Get in your car and drive there right now (well… when this whole global pandemic thing is over) and park in front of Westminster Church. Leaf & Bubble is attached to the church on the northwest (left) side of the building. Walk your cute butt up there and grab yourself some bubble tea. You can thank me later.
Lynsi & Evan | Tri-State Fair
All photographers in the Texas Panhandle have the same, unspoken, gigantic stressor.
This town is a flat, bland, empty, dry nuisance.
The canyon, you say? The sunsets, you say?
Yes, we have all utilized (to the fullest extent) those Amarillo features. I’ve spent weekends hiking through the canyon crevices, hunting for the most picturesque locations. I’ve captured the sunset on dirt roads, streaming between the downtown buildings, in the streets of the fancy neighborhoods.
After years upon years of searching for eye-catching scenery, or even something that’s just alive and green, every local creative comes to the point where they get the text from their client that asks, “So where should we go for photos?”
And every local creative lies down on the floor of their home, anxiety building in their chest, and racks their brain of anywhere they haven’t already shot a million times over.
I’m familiar with this process. It happened just the other day when Lynsi contacted me for maternity photos. I had zero ideas and left her text unanswered for the night (sorry, Lynsi.) When I woke up the next morning, I had the goofy idea to suggest the fair, but I was expecting her to shoot it down and opt for the canyon, instead.
To my surprise (and, soon after, terror) she was thrilled about the idea.
I felt two big emotions at once:
Woo! The fair! What a magical, colorful, exciting place! Cheese on a stick! Yeah!
Oh crap, I’ve never shot at the fair before. I have no idea what I’m doing. Can I pull off something cool? Will I have enough light? What if I mess it all up and have to go work at a fast food place? Should I start applying at Starbucks? Will it matter if other people are in the photos? Should I take a 35mm or 20mm for shots in the ferris wheel?
So we met at the gates at 6:45 and, while Lynsi was looking fair-chic in her hot pink dress and Evan was (as-always) cool as a cucumber, I was thinking,
“WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO."
It’s in those moments that I have to internally slap myself and pretend like I’m a professional. So, I began by having them sit in front of a wall of balloons and stuffed animals. I started shooting, got a handful of shots, and realized I didn’t even have a memory card in my camera. Because I AM A PROFESSIONAL. Like, people actually pay me for this. * facepalm *
I sorted that mess out, had them pose all over again, looked at the back of my camera to make sure the photos were truly recorded onto the memory card, and was pleasantly surprised with the outcome. My confidence began to rise, once again.
So, we moved on to a cute cotton candy stand, then to the fair’s version of the Himalaya, then to buy the yuckiest churro ever made, then over to the ferris wheel, and then actually inside the ferris wheel.
Lynsi, obviously, was the happiest, smiliest person at the fair. (Anyone who knows her won’t be surprised.) Evan was the nicest and most accommodating. (Anyone who knows him won’t be surprised.) They were successful in looking like the most in-love couple in the tri-state area. Which is great for pictures.
I’d like to take a moment to give a shout out to this Guy In A Red Shirt for being the grouchiest booth-runner of all time. I included a photo of him pointing to a sign that reads “SEATS ARE RESERVED FOR PLAYERS ONLY” while yelling at us that seats were reserved for players only, even though there weren’t any players.
It’s fine. I got some cool photos. AAAAND I used my handy dandy prism to grab the reflection of the ferris wheel and sneak it into the frame. Score!
To finish off the night, we took a romantic twilight ferris wheel ride, just the three of us. I’m pretty sure we rotated all the way around about fifteen times at a speed of at least 75mph. (I’ve always been scared of those giant wheels.)
It was daring and adventurous. And we survived. What a feat.
It took me less than ten seconds to start working on their photos when I got home. I couldn’t wait to see the story unfold and make it look like a grain-tastic, film-like dream.
And, finally, the biggest shoutout of all goes to baby Brantley! (She’s that big bump in Lynsi’s dress, FYI.) Her first night at the fair and all she got was a yucky churro!
Congratulations, Lynsi and Evan. Can’t wait to see that sweet baby. <3
Chirae & Riley | River Falls Bed & Breakfast | Amarillo Wedding Photographer
From what I understand, and what I’ve understood since my first meeting with Chirae, is that she and Riley were destined to be together since the dawn of time. Every little detail that led up to their lives intertwining proves that fate and destiny aren’t just storybook fantasies.
The romance they feel is palpable, the deep emotion is apparent, and there’s no question when it comes to the devotion they share for each other. Their journey together has been nothing short of epic, especially when a tornado hit mere hours before their wedding day, proving that they will be able to literally weather any storm that comes their way.
I had looked forward to Chirae’s big day for a very, very, VERRRRY long time, especially after seeing how absolutely stunning she was in her dress during her bridal session. I knew the wedding would be amazingly beautiful, but I had no idea the sheer number of incredible and meticulously planned details that awaited me.
One of my absolute favorite parts of a wedding day is capturing all of the tiny details. There’s something deeply cathartic about carrying a thirty pound dress through an empty venue, drying off the stems of bouquets fresh out of vases, arranging dainty heels, and whispering, “Now just stay….. right… there….,” to a pair of diamond rings balanced atop a drooping petal.
There’s a sort of peaceful solitude that comes with standing in front of an empty altar, surrounded by perfectly arranged rows of chairs, open blue sky, and faint hints of fresh cut flowers riding on the breeze. The water in the pond rippled and glistened. Everything was still and quiet.
Another favorite part of the day, personally, is the time I spend with the bride and groom after the ceremony. It’s a moment in time containing emotions that will never be able to be replicated. Emotions are vibrant and buzzing, love overflows, and excitement and happiness burst at the seams.
I have the privilege of watching the beautiful transition of two people realizing that they aren’t just engaged anymore and sinking into the comfortable thought of finally being married.
I had anticipated a party.
And they did not disappoint.
There wasn’t a single space in that venue that wasn’t alive with celebration. As the sky darkened, the party livened and the string bulbs seemed to glow brighter and brighter. Donuts disappeared, beer bubbled, and dancers dizzied themselves around the floor.
The night ended with sparkly sparklers and a classic car, which is always a wonderful way for a wedding to end.
Congratulations, Chirae and Riley!
SHOUTOUTS
VENUE | RIVER FALLS BED AND BREAKFAST
VIDEOGRAPHY | PETRICHOR COMPANY
FLORALS | FLOWERS ETC.
CAKE | THE CAKE COMPANY
DONUTS | THE DONUT STOP
MACAROONS | SCRATCH MADE BAKERY
DRESS | RUTHETTE’S | WTOO
HAIR | MUZE STUDIO | RASHAWN FLOWERS
DJ | ALL ABOUT MUSIC
RENTALS | AMARILLO CLASSIC EVENTS
Chelsey & Leroy | Palo Duro Canyon | Engagement Photography
This will be the easiest blog post I've ever written.
Chelsey and Leroy met me in Palo Duro Canyon last week and everything was as dreamy as dreamy gets.
The end.
Just kidding. This wouldn't be my blog, if it wasn't laden with millions of adjectives.
In the early afternoon of last Friday, I neurotically checked my weather app for the twentieth time (of many). A severe weather notification had popped up on my phone and I watched as green, blue, yellow, and red blotches slowly moved toward Amarillo. Throughout the day, those little blotches morphed into massive blotches that covered the majority of Texas, it seemed.
I could see the impending doom. I knew it probably meant certain death and pictured massive flooding through the deep valleys of the canyon that would instantly wash my car away and leave me dog paddling for my life.
Chelsey wanted to just go ahead and meet up for photos. It was cool. Cooooooooooooool. I wasn't scared. Psssh.
So I started driving to the canyon. Five minutes into my 25 minute drive, heavy rain splish-splashed all over my windshield and I tried to figure out how in the heck I was going to pull off taking engagement photos in a massive puddle of mud.
By some crazy miracle, it wasn't raining when we drove through the entrance of PDC. So we just kept on driving and found THE MOST AWESOME location with the most picturesque backdrop of orangey-red dirt littered with families of cacti and a ginormous canyon wall that jutted up into the stormy sky.
I don't think I've ever seen the canyon look that intense. It felt like such a rare privilege to experience all of that at once. Miles of lightning-filled storm clouds billowed around us, thunder boomed, tiny sprinkles splattered in the dirt, and the wind blew the trees. It was magical and scary. It was freaky and colorful. The air had that sunset-in-the-rain glow.
I couldn't have asked for a more perfect night.
By the time we drove all the way back up to head home, the sun was just touching the horizon. We parted ways and, almost immediately, the clouds burst and the rain let loose. I turned up my music and settled in for the drive, enjoying the view around me. When I reached the top of the canyon, I could see sheets of rain pouring down in the distance.
I thought that was pretty badass.
So I pulled over, ran like a psycho through pokey plants, and snagged a shot of the storm.
It was extremely neato.
Thank you for the experience, Chelsey and Leroy! <3
Kourtney & Noah
When I was first contacted by Kourtney, I knew immediately that I needed *NEEDED* to work with her. I could tell from her text messages that she was spunky and the really cool kind of mysterious that everyone wants to be. I convinced her to meet me for coffee and planned on further convincing her to hire me by showering her with compliments, bringing out all of my insanely weird charm, and giving her gifts.
When I walked in and saw her, I liked her even more. Possibly loved her. She is pretty much the cutest, tiniest person with the biggest smile. Also the best hair. And brightest eyes. Over the next few months, she amazed me with all of her different looks. I saw versions of Kourtney that most people only dream of pulling off.
There was:
- Beautiful Nerd Kourtney - Complete with very large glasses and a shy expression.
- Giant Sweatshirt & Messy Hair Kourtney - But like... still beautiful. How.
- Bridal Photos in 60 MPH Wind Kourtney - She blew me away. Get it. Yeah.
- Wedding Day Kourtney - Which, obviously, you can see here. Stunning.
This girl showed me time and time again that she was gorgeous inside and out, no matter the circumstance. I thought she had hit the Awesome Ceiling, but that was before I saw her with Noah.
There are Kourtney Smiles.
And then there are Kourtney Smiles With Noah.
Kourtney Laughs.
And Kourtney Laughs With Noah.
All of her beautiful attributes instantly leveled up when Noah set his eyes on her during their first look. The two of them together were like fireworks and sparklers exploding over a magical kingdom with white horses galloping and harps and flutes and stuff. It was obvious that they were the inspiration for the 2005 Jack Johnson hit "Better Together." And probably the inspiration for the idea of love, in general.
I had a total blasty blast capturing their wedding and shooting for the first time at The Bowery. All of the details were so cozy and wintry, which went perfectly with the freakishly freezing and windy weather we experienced that day. I think their reception will always be included in my List of Favorite Receptions and I will forever remember the airborne beer, booty dancing, and the legit fearing for my life when multiple men's legs came crazy-dancing toward me while I took photos from a crouched position.
And, finally, that glorious Funfetti cake. Oh sweet boxed cake, I will never forget you. I tried to replicate you several days after the wedding. But, alas, it was just not the same. Please find your way back to me, Funfetti Cake. I love you.
Finally #2, I'd like to send out a massive congratulations to Kourtney & Noah! I wish you the happiest marriage and the ability to forever keep smiles on your faces when people inevitably misspell and mispronounce your last name.
<3
XOXO
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Shoutouts:
- Photo & Video | The Cloud Nine Co.
- Venue | The Bowery Warehouse
- Florals | Parie Designs
- Gown | Dora Grace Bridal
- Funfetti Cake | Celebrations! by ali
Madeline & Dalton
For about a month, I have been wondering exactly how I could express the pure magic that was this wedding. And then I realized that my entire job was to document it. (You'd think I would know that, after seven years of doing it.) So I spent three hours arranging 5000 photos to show off just how amazingly detailed and gorgeous the day turned out to be.
There were floral installations, tables dripping with delicately bound rosemary and hops, glittering champagne glasses, jewels intricately sewn into tulle, white candles accenting white cake tiers against white wooden walls, gigantic diamonds set in gold and nestled in glass boxes, custom handkerchiefs, blue suede heels, and dazzling sparklers.
But what stood out as the most beautiful thing of all, to me, was a thin little college ruled notebook that probably cost one dollar. It most likely came in a pack of three from the office aisle at Target. What was inside it was absolutely priceless.
Never before had I seen a wedding gift quite like this notebook. It was filled with daily love notes, funny memories, and little scribbles of stick figures holding hands and even a crude sketch of an avocado. I watched a beautiful woman with rosy cheeks and red lips flip through those pages, the jewels on her dress sparkling with the same sheen as the tears in her eyes.
I silently partook in that intimate moment, as she read pieces of a man's heart. A man who truly, deeply, and genuinely loved her. Even now, as I type these words at 1:30 AM an entire five weeks later, I remember how I felt when I saw the words, "She makes it easy to love her."
I felt true joy for her. Because that is what every woman wants from a man. I felt joy, but I also felt my hope become reignited. I saw, firsthand, that a love like that does exist. It was reiterated throughout the day with tiny smiles, shoulder kisses, and the happiest of laughter.
The joining of these two people showed me that fairytales can happen. And that magic exists between lines on paper.
Thank you so much for an unforgettable experience.
Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Brooks. <3
Jordan & Jace
I've realized, after shooting for seven years, that the best way to begin an adventure is by getting in the car with the windows rolled down and driving for an hour to a new place. There's something nostalgic about driving past miles of farmland while hot, Texas wind rushes past and erratically whips my hair in every direction. Sixty minutes of uninterrupted scream-singing on the highway can heal some of the most deep-rooted ailments and leave me feeling excited, energized, and ready for whatever life throws at me.
Except for jumping into a lake.
Murky, slimy lake water is one of my biggest fears. Keep this in mind, people.
After following Jordan to our destination, I felt like I had downed 18 Red Bulls. That girl drives about 120 MPH in a 75 and cuts across 10 lanes of traffic in one fell swoop. Luckily, she only ran two semi trucks off the road and just one of those caught fire.
It was all worth it, though, because when I exited my Jeep, I was in a completely magical place. The sun was low in the sky, the grass was lush and green, and a lake sparkled across the lawn. Looming trees exploded into the sky and turkey tracks sprawled across the dirt road. Why did the turkey cross the road, you ask? He literally went to the other side. I followed the tracks. I know this.
Another thing I've realized after seven years is that it really doesn't matter where I shoot because the beauty in photos stems directly from the subjects. Jordan and Jace are so beautiful together that we could have shot in the Walmart parking lot and gotten similar results. From Jordan's tousled, braided mermaid hair to Jace's straw hat with the yellow trim, everything just worked. But the love they shared was the best part. There were so many smiles shared between them and bursts of laughter resulting from fingers playfully poking ribs.
After wandering around dry land for a while, we made our way to the dock just as the sun was setting. It cast a pink, rippling hue on the calm water and little speedboats full of lake lovers floated past us.
We sat on the edge of the dock as it rocked back and forth with each tiny wave. Water lapped against metal and bolts creaked. Toes dipped down into the green abyss and flicked tiny droplets into the air.
This is where things got real.
If you live in Amarillo, you're aware that there isn't water. Anywhere. Unless you want to take nice dip in the manmade lake at Medi Park. (You don't.) It had been a goal of mine for quite a while to get some romantic, cuddly, water shots. So I suggested we all get in the lake.
Remember how I told you earlier that my biggest fear is scary, dark, murky, slimy, bottomless pit, open water? The fact that I even suggested putting any part of my body inside of that water was a huge step for me. Add holding $4000 worth of camera equipment above it just made it scarier.
In case I haven't made this clear enough, here is a handy bar graph that will allow you to understand me on a deeper level.
McKay's Top Fears
It took a little while for me to work up the courage. I dipped my toes in first and audibly screamed as my blood turned to liquid anxiety. After donning the tiniest, borrowed, red exercise shorts and pretending to drink several shots of tequila, I forced myself to slide my pale body down into my deepest and darkest fear. There was a lot of screaming. And a lot of cursing. I may have cried a little.
Jordan and Jace totally showed me up big time. They had stripped down to their skivvies right in front of me. (Warning: You're about to see some seriously toned butt.)
Told you.
These two proceeded to run, jump straight into the air, and cannonball directly into that freaky green water.
They happily swam over to me and I was just trying not to die. There were slimy plants between my toes and I was ankle deep in whatever kind of evil mud is at the bottom of lakes. I probably screamed no less than 45 times in a span of 3 minutes. So it was really just one continuous, agonizing scream.
I told them how I wanted them to pose and then lowered my body down, down, and allllllll the way down until I was chest-deep in horribleness. My camera was just inches above the surface as I started snapping away.
It was 100% worth it.
Even when I drove home for an hour in the dark, underwear-less and in a soaking wet tank top, it was worth it.
Thanks for the amazing adventure, Jordan and Jace! I can't wait to see what fear you make me face at your wedding!
The Griffins
Soooo.... Welcome to my very first blog post on my new website! YAY! In order to test this thing out, I volunteered my newest favorite family during their most recent photo outing with me.
CUUUUUTIES!
They're super cute, right?
I wish all of you could have been there to witness what was most certainly the craziest family session. Of all time.
This session had been a long time coming, I'll tell you that. How many times did we have to reschedule due to rain/wind/sickness/overall bad timing? A lot. As in, the rescheduling count is up there in the World Records for "Most Times a Session Has Been Rescheduled."
Rescheduled day #576 finally came along. It was a clear, sunny, blue skies kind of day. Minimal wind. Lots of happiness. I couldn't believe that the day had finally come, without anything getting in the way. That was when the Northwest decided to brew up a bunch of craziness and send it a-floating our way. The radar was a giant splotch of blues, greens, yellows, reds, and the dreaded pinks.
I immediately messaged Tonya, "This is laughable." But it was actually, like, the dumbest thing ever because why. Just why.
Of all the other days we had rescheduled, this one was the worst weather-wise. I was so sure that we would have to reschedule again when I got the little Facebook Messenger DING.
"Let's just do it."
I'm fairly certain my eyes almost fell out of my head. And my brain considered making me call Canon to ask, "just how weather resistant is a Mark III and a 50L in torrential rains and volleyball sized hail?"
Instead, I grabbed my cameras, scarfed three slices of pizza in five minutes flat, headed out the door, and gazed up at an ominous grayish-black sky that was moving in the direction I was heading. Wee!
Once we arrived at the location, we all got out of the car and the adults just kind of stared at each other while our hair was blown in mini-tornados around our heads. The children ran around and screamed at each other in kid-language that nobody understands. We were all confused, but we proceeded with family photos.
Luckily, Tonya is also a photographer. So that meant I pretty much got to sit on the ground while she plopped each family member down and positioned them how she saw fit. This gave me time to observe the gigantic wall of tornado-ish storm that was the backdrop of their photos.
One. Two. Three. Four. And Two Feet.
Have you guys ever worked with four children? And I'm not talking about older kids. I'm talking LEGIT children. I have a single child. Sometimes, I don't know how people handle two children. It's unfathomable to me. But FOUR. The amount of respect and admiration I have for this fellow photographer doubled, tripled, quadrupled in the 45 minutes we spent together.
When two were laughing, one was crying, and the last one was running toward the lake. When three were crying, one was laughing. When three were running toward the lake, one was running toward the street. Everyone was screaming. Half of them were acting like dinosaurs. One was putting his finger in a hole that he said a gopher lived in.
To this day, you guys, I have no idea what these kids' names are. I'm pretty sure one of them starts with an "S." Tonya, if you ever call me to do photos again, I swear I will learn your kids' names. I may need a glass of wine beforehand, but I WILL learn their names.
*Insert dinosaur noise here for the full experience.*
Amazingly enough, the shoot was successful. I was nervous the entire ride home and couldn't wait to sift through to photos to make sure at least ONE turned out. To my surprise, most of them are gorgeous. They may not be perfectly posed with everyone smiling and looking at the camera, but they are full of raw emotion and true-to-life. I got a photo of every kid happily screaming in Dinosaur. I got kisses and laughs and silliness.
I captured moments that show this family in their truest form and, to me, there's nothing more authentic and beautiful than that.
Thank you to the Griffin family for trusting me with their photos and memories. I can't wait to finish editing their photos and deliver their action-packed gallery.
And for those of you who enjoy the more technical side of things:
Gear:
- Canon 5D Mark III
- Canon 50L f/1.2
- Sigma 35mm Art
- Edited in Lightroom
Before & After (rollover):
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You can also find Tonya's photography at 374 Photography. She does amazing studio portraits of kids!