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Birds & Fish: Fotos & Food

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Last October, I was assistant photographer for a wedding. It was a great experience and a super-fun time with my friend Becca. (more photos here)

Becca came prepared for the day with delicious granola bars. Later on, when I was at her place editing and selecting the best of the best photos, she had more of the same bars. I understand why they are a staple in her kitchen. So delicious, so simple, so close to being healthy!

I'm feeling all reminiscent because I finally (FINALLY) made me some of these bars. They're cooling on my counter as I write this. I haven't taken any decent photos in awhile. I miss being creative and gutsy and excited to give people something beautiful.

Before I left BC, Becca told me that if I was sticking around, she'd seriously consider starting a photography gig with me. And if I'd stayed, I would have seriously considered it too.

But saying yes to one thing always means saying no to another. And it's okay to be sad about that. (I have so many more thoughts on these two statements. I could go on for hours)

Becca, if you ever decide to move to TO...let's start that business. Or maybe a baking business? Heck, let's just do the whole wedding deal. You, me & Nadine could cover it all.


mellamovaca said…
Oh man, you have no idea how
quickly I'd jump on that! Seriously!
Thanks for the shout-out :) I've been
Stewing some more thoughts like these...
Including variations of the granola
Bars... Perhaps to include dark chocolate
And coffee flavors.
Nadine said…
Count me in.

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