Alice G Patterson Photography {blog} bio picture

alice {girl vs. grown up}

By now, you have most likely concluded that I am a wedding and lifestyle portrait photographer.  Here is what you probably don't know:

In addition to (or maybe instead of) my photographer persona, most of my neighbors recognize me as the lady being pulled around town by my three dogs (or as I like to call them "the girls").  Ironically, I still think of myself as a girl, but really I'm a grown woman.

In addition to being creative, running my business has lots of grown up responsibilities that I happily greet on a daily basis.  When I have a shoot, I arrive early, with back up equipment, a second photographer, and over fifteen years of experience.  But the minute I start taking pictures, I suddenly personify my absolute favorite part of the job... I become a girl with a camera. 

The girl in me remains enthusiastic, creative, warm, and ever enchanted with sharing photographs.  The grown up is experienced, professional, and reliable.  So over the many years of being self-employed, I've learned that the whole girl vs. grown up is not a contest. Rather, it is a rare combination that makes me uniquely talented in photographing life's big events and little moments.

p.s.

My sister wants me to tell you that I'm a graduate of Brooks Institute of Photography located in Santa Barbara, CA.  From there, I went on to build my wedding and portrait business in San Francisco and Los Angeles.  Currently, I'm finding my latest niche in the amazing state of New York! 

Thank you for coming by.  I hope to hear from you soon!

heart {no. 7}

These images come from Julie and Rick’s engagement portrait session last summer.  I followed them along as they picked blueberries, which they used to make homemade blueberry jam for their wedding favors.  They were so nice to send me a jar.  I thought I would make a nice Marthaesque picture of the jam, but instead I just ate it all up.  I had never been blueberry picking before, and I was amazed at how delicious they were right of the vine…

When I spied a nearby picnic table at the blueberry farm, I knew exactly what I was going to do next.  Although at the time, I had no idea it would someday be referred to as heart number seven…

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