big things are on the horizon for the duo here at gabriel.ryan.photographers. [aka me & carlie]. and, when big things are in order, new avatars are a must...
29 September 2008
04 September 2008
The Smell of a Memory
its character oozed from the signature dash. it smelled the same. it sounded the same. it took me back.
during my senior year of high school, i turned 17; a bit of a youngster for my class. i had just discovered a passion [or at least what i thought i wanted to turn into a passion] for snowboarding. one youth group trip to the mountains and i was sold on my calling in life: to shred.
so, being somewhat broke, having not fully invested my time in the workplace seeing as our local institution required my attendance in other arenas [aka 'school'], birthdays and christmas were my main hope in obtaining any equipment that would allow me access to pursue my new 'passion.' i didn't care what the 'rents got me, as long as it was snowboarding-related.
the big day came, 17 years old, and i opened my first box. the shape led me to believe in only two options: a sweater or some shred clothes, maybe a pair of pants, a wind breaker... who knew. seeing as i hadn't asked for any sweaters, the possibilities looked promising. as i peaked thru the tissue wrapping the first gift, the mysterious garment was rather disappointing. in fact, my sister immediately snatched the article from my grasp.
those are mine
sure enough... one pair of used athletic pants belonging to my younger sister, ashley. and, to add insult to injury, i found a note beneath the pants. it read,
no snowboarding pants here
haha i thought. very funny.
yet, the alleged humor did not let up. no gloves here. no goggles here. it seemed as if tradition had been broken, and unbeknown to me, my family & friends were throwing me on an un-birthday party. didn't they know what day it was? the reason we called this celebration? i saw a long, dreary winter ahead.
at about the peak of my frustration, i heard honking... yes... honking. i instantly knew. it was pat, my step-dad. you see, pat has a good sense of humor. however, his timing is usually off. i thought, he was coming home from feeding the horses, and thought it would be funny to pull the attention away from me, the big kahuna, the birthday man himself [yes... 'man' at 17], and bring everyone's focus on him for his grand entrance.
so, first i heard the honk. then the sound of tires squealing around the side of the house towards the party in back. wait a sec... what is pat doing driving that? he doesn't drive a bug...
at first i was confused. a little slow to react, i put the pieces together.
birthday + no snowboarding gear = brand new car for me
that was it; a candy-apple red, 1969, volkswagen beetle. and it was mine.
so, this morning, when eric farewell met me for a breakfast burrito and a surf, and he pulled up in his new surf mobile, it took me back. the burrito was filling, the surf was fun, but most of all, thanks for buying that car.
and thanks again, eric, for letting me slap on the new tilt-shift to shoot your new ride. i know it's a little soft, but it will just have to take practice to dial in all those knobs & dials.
rock.on.
during my senior year of high school, i turned 17; a bit of a youngster for my class. i had just discovered a passion [or at least what i thought i wanted to turn into a passion] for snowboarding. one youth group trip to the mountains and i was sold on my calling in life: to shred.
so, being somewhat broke, having not fully invested my time in the workplace seeing as our local institution required my attendance in other arenas [aka 'school'], birthdays and christmas were my main hope in obtaining any equipment that would allow me access to pursue my new 'passion.' i didn't care what the 'rents got me, as long as it was snowboarding-related.
the big day came, 17 years old, and i opened my first box. the shape led me to believe in only two options: a sweater or some shred clothes, maybe a pair of pants, a wind breaker... who knew. seeing as i hadn't asked for any sweaters, the possibilities looked promising. as i peaked thru the tissue wrapping the first gift, the mysterious garment was rather disappointing. in fact, my sister immediately snatched the article from my grasp.
those are mine
sure enough... one pair of used athletic pants belonging to my younger sister, ashley. and, to add insult to injury, i found a note beneath the pants. it read,
no snowboarding pants here
haha i thought. very funny.
yet, the alleged humor did not let up. no gloves here. no goggles here. it seemed as if tradition had been broken, and unbeknown to me, my family & friends were throwing me on an un-birthday party. didn't they know what day it was? the reason we called this celebration? i saw a long, dreary winter ahead.
at about the peak of my frustration, i heard honking... yes... honking. i instantly knew. it was pat, my step-dad. you see, pat has a good sense of humor. however, his timing is usually off. i thought, he was coming home from feeding the horses, and thought it would be funny to pull the attention away from me, the big kahuna, the birthday man himself [yes... 'man' at 17], and bring everyone's focus on him for his grand entrance.
so, first i heard the honk. then the sound of tires squealing around the side of the house towards the party in back. wait a sec... what is pat doing driving that? he doesn't drive a bug...
at first i was confused. a little slow to react, i put the pieces together.
birthday + no snowboarding gear = brand new car for me
that was it; a candy-apple red, 1969, volkswagen beetle. and it was mine.
so, this morning, when eric farewell met me for a breakfast burrito and a surf, and he pulled up in his new surf mobile, it took me back. the burrito was filling, the surf was fun, but most of all, thanks for buying that car.
and thanks again, eric, for letting me slap on the new tilt-shift to shoot your new ride. i know it's a little soft, but it will just have to take practice to dial in all those knobs & dials.
rock.on.
27 August 2008
Video Blogging 101
special thanks to our friends, the bui brothers, for throwing an impromptu video blogging class monday night after a full day of chowing down knowledge with mike larson and the guys at kiss.
and for the highly anticipated, world wide [web] debut, check out dancecarliedance.com
and for the highly anticipated, world wide [web] debut, check out dancecarliedance.com
22 August 2008
Cole and Steve
we were just planning on a relaxing weekend north of the busyness of orange county, when our wonderful hotelier let us know that she had recently been engaged and was planning a wedding at the dana powers house on the central coast.
a few weeks later, cole dropped us a line asking us to photograph her wedding. we couldn't have been more thrilled.
cole & steve are two of the most genuine people we have come across, and are a lot of why carlie & i have fallen in love with slo and the rest of the central coast. the air just seems to move a bit slower. people seem a little more worn around the edges, but in a good way... kinda like the way a pair of boots feel after you have broken them in a bit. kinda like the way hi-end fashion brands might sell a pair of jeans with a frayed back pocket.
slo is comfy.
thank you cole & steve for being so cordial, on our visit for your engagement shoot, and again on the weekend of your wedding. both carlie & i truly feel blessed to have been at your wedding. it was intimate. it was genuine. it was perfect.
rock.on.
a few weeks later, cole dropped us a line asking us to photograph her wedding. we couldn't have been more thrilled.
cole & steve are two of the most genuine people we have come across, and are a lot of why carlie & i have fallen in love with slo and the rest of the central coast. the air just seems to move a bit slower. people seem a little more worn around the edges, but in a good way... kinda like the way a pair of boots feel after you have broken them in a bit. kinda like the way hi-end fashion brands might sell a pair of jeans with a frayed back pocket.
slo is comfy.
thank you cole & steve for being so cordial, on our visit for your engagement shoot, and again on the weekend of your wedding. both carlie & i truly feel blessed to have been at your wedding. it was intimate. it was genuine. it was perfect.
rock.on.
03 July 2008
Rock the Booth
we just had to try it ourselves. it looked like too much fun not to...
being inspired by our new friends, the kaisers of the image is found, we linked up with our other friends & fellow photogs, amy & aaron of ahs photography for the wedding of the century... no... seriously.
ashley had every detail planned, save one desire: to have a photo booth at her wedding. again, having been inspired by our friends, and longing to have a go at it to see if it was something we wanted to offer our own clients, we were fortunate enough to have ashley & jeff be our guinea pigs.
enjoy the habitrail of images that resulted.
rock.on.
being inspired by our new friends, the kaisers of the image is found, we linked up with our other friends & fellow photogs, amy & aaron of ahs photography for the wedding of the century... no... seriously.
ashley had every detail planned, save one desire: to have a photo booth at her wedding. again, having been inspired by our friends, and longing to have a go at it to see if it was something we wanted to offer our own clients, we were fortunate enough to have ashley & jeff be our guinea pigs.
enjoy the habitrail of images that resulted.
rock.on.
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