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I believe that this may be winter’s grand finale week. Certainly feels like the build up to something new on this incredibly dreary wet morning. I certainly hope so because I have put off buying a proper winter dress coat all winter. But I am growing quite tired of wearing my green puffy coat with my dresses. Since we were lucky enough to spend big chunks of time in Hawaii this winter, I keep telling myself that winter is just a temporary situation. No need to go crazy with new coats, scarves and boots. I feel like if I invest in such things at this point than winter wins. Michelle and Luke are getting married in the sunshine state of Florida in a couple months. We decided to go the opposite direction for their engagement photos and completely freeze to death. We started our session with their three adorable dogs up on Queen Anne Hill, stopped for some food at good old “Dicks” on our way to Pike Place. We wrapped up in Post Alley, where I become obsessed with the hand painted tables outside of “Sisters” European restaurant. The next day I painted my own version of that striped shirt muscle man table because I couldn’t get it out of my mind. You never know where you will find inspiration. Like winter, I am convinced I hate it. But then I look at these chilly willy portraits and realize that it’s pretty sweet how the cold makes people snuggle up like crazy. This could be our last cuddly winter weekend. Take full advantage.




















Tiny little weddings & pink sunsets will always melt our hearts.