August 2007 Archive

I made it safe to Oregon to spend the week with my family. My parents love to pick fresh berries so of course we had to head out there my first morning! But its all worth it to have fresh berries with my granola cereal every morning.

We stopped by Baggensto’s:

The most delicious strawberries ever, they were just growing:

My mother, showing off a massive raspberry! I then proceded to eat it! They were huge! Gotta love late in the season picking.
My dad concentrating real hard:
Yum! Our booty:

This is my cousin’s son Rohan:

Whew! Its been a crazy couple of weeks, and its not slowing down until mid October! Since I’ve been slacking in the blog department lately, I’m going to post a supersize blog now! Sit down and hold on tight…there are tons of photos below!

Meet Clara and Todd. They were married just 2 days before they took their second “plunge” with me in the Pacific. I managed to save my equipment from the water, but my jeans, not so much.

These two were so sweet and fun! They were willing to try anything I suggested! A true photographers dream. They are on their honeymoon in Nicaurgua (sorry for the spelling!) at the moment. I had so much fun with you two, thanks for the laughs!

This is the dip that made the newspaper article 🙂

And here they are getting interviewed for the Register!

This is a different couple I had started with. So sorry but I forgot their names! 🙂
Clara and her friend Kelly (?). They know each other from the Knottie Boards.

This poor bride lost her purse! She found it eventually, but during her search I snapped this shot!

To any of my past, current or future brides: Let me know if you would be interested in your own Trash the Dress session!

At 9:22pm my phone rang. I knew who it was before I looked at the caller ID.

My grandmother was diagnosed with throat cancer in late March. They didn’t expect her to even make it this long. I flew up to Oregon over Easter to say my goodbyes and spend time with my family.

I got a call just 3 days ago that gramma wasn’t expected to last the night. But her heart kept beating. I made travel arrangements to go up there at this point, but held little hope that I would get to see her again.

As tears streamed down my cheek, my mother described her last seconds on earth. She opened her mouth and tried to speak. Just before her last breath, my father pointed out a single tear rolling down her cheek. She went the way that any person should have, surrounded by her family.

I’ll always remember going to her house in Fallbrook and sneaking in to the pantry for almond roca. She wore these huge clip on earrings that I would meticulously clip together. She always thanked me for that. She had an old 8 track player and I always got to choose what music played during dinner. She was an amazing poet. Every holiday and birthday I could always expect a personalized poem written by her. She lived an amazing 95 years.

I’ll be out of town all of next week, back on Friday afternoon. I should have access to email and my phone, but if I don’t get back to you right away, please be patient!

Charlotte Brennan McClure

January 11, 1912 – August 2, 2007