<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:25:27.716-07:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='parenthood'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='special moments'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='New Moon'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='bridal'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='The kid'/><category term='twins'/><category term='joy'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='heartfelt'/><category term='France Football Kit'/><category term='Kristen Stewart'/><category term='smile'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='on location'/><category term='autumn'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Breaking Dawn'/><category term='Taylor Lautner'/><category term='Eclipse'/><category term='Maternity photosession'/><category term='client photosession'/><category term='wedding day'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='Robert Pattinson'/><category term='clients'/><category term='mother-to-be'/><title type='text'>newborn baby photography</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-3294312729836307945</id><published>2010-07-18T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:07:16.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping for joy!</title><content type='html'>I am, literally! And the reason being, well...my new studio is complete, yay! I cannot thank enough my team of people who have put together my wonderful new space, I love it! It's comfortable, quiet and most of all, photo ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The studio is now officially open&amp;nbsp;to invite my wonderful clients in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate this new unveiling I am offering portrait sessions for only £75.00*, so get in touch and book your session in with me quick, I can't wait to see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TENVUQRwTVI/AAAAAAAAAn0/TNG81ByVE3g/s1600/032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TENVUQRwTVI/AAAAAAAAAn0/TNG81ByVE3g/s1600/032.jpg" width="920" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Portrait fee is £75.00 for a limited time only. Fee will need to be paid for at time of booking and photosessions booked in at the studio before 1st October 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-3294312729836307945?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/3294312729836307945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=3294312729836307945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3294312729836307945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3294312729836307945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/07/jumping-for-joy.html' title='Jumping for joy!'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TENVUQRwTVI/AAAAAAAAAn0/TNG81ByVE3g/s72-c/032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-2006320313697437815</id><published>2010-07-03T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T12:10:59.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The shy and retiring type...</title><content type='html'>...maybe describes me a little more, but definitely doesn't describe my kid. He is notably confident, happy-go-lucky, outgoing and just generally a normal kid at his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He unfortunately doesn't like to have his photograph taken - so when I get that opportunity I make totally sure I get a few good shots in before he turns round and say's "no more pictures mummy" and runs as fast out of the room as his legs can carry him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I love this kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TC-LNSv5_FI/AAAAAAAAAnA/DRJaROvCnjQ/s1600/U2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="388" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TC-LNSv5_FI/AAAAAAAAAnA/DRJaROvCnjQ/s640/U2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; 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I'm actually talking about 'the kid' - he talks non-stop, and I mean non-stop, I am not exaggerating in any shape or form, he can talk, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; talk. About anything, anyone, any which way, about nothing in particular. But it's his enthusiasm for learning, wondering, asking, acknowledging...life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what being a child is like, there is no limitations on what you can do. Why do we stop having those feeling when we grow older, do we worry more, not take chances, not &lt;em&gt;ask&lt;/em&gt; of anything or anyone, anymore? Do we not care - or more like don't have the time...to think, to talk, to experience life? It's a philosophical question, but something that we should ask of ourselves more; make time, talk more, enjoy the wonder of what goes on, or make the change, whatever it is, I wish I could be that five year old and just question everything, and learn as I go on...maybe that change can still happen, take that risk I say, I should take my own advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TCJk7cHbIuI/AAAAAAAAAmA/C-aD77DuWpA/s1600/4-4+copy+copy1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="488" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TCJk7cHbIuI/AAAAAAAAAmA/C-aD77DuWpA/s640/4-4+copy+copy1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-4406953775490830106?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/4406953775490830106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=4406953775490830106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/4406953775490830106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/4406953775490830106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/06/in-word.html' title='In a word...'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TCJk7cHbIuI/AAAAAAAAAmA/C-aD77DuWpA/s72-c/4-4+copy+copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-6924123561176389163</id><published>2010-06-18T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T12:54:48.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me reminisce for just a little while longer..</title><content type='html'>...as it doesn't feel like I've ever been away - was it all a dream, did it really happen? I went on a lovely holiday to France with the kid and the hubby. We stayed in a Gite situated on a gorgeous farm, which was filled with an abundance of land, wheatfields, organic vegetables growing, chickens, a resident mother cat and her three gorgeous kittens and one resident dog! It was bliss and I felt very 'home from home' - the food and wine was just lovely, and the weather was gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a little slumber might do it, and I can dream for a while in which I am transported back to the scenic views and relaxing time that I had...or more like 'dream on'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid not looking too impressed with mummy + camera + pointed at Luc = not amused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TBvOwn6QgqI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JeYo4BZL7Xo/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TBvOwn6QgqI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JeYo4BZL7Xo/s640/1.jpg" width="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the three kittens that visited us each day to be inquisitive and also hanker after milk and our scraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TBvO7mNktPI/AAAAAAAAAlY/hCnaJtdaMoA/s1600/4a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TBvO7mNktPI/AAAAAAAAAlY/hCnaJtdaMoA/s640/4a.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-6924123561176389163?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/6924123561176389163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=6924123561176389163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6924123561176389163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6924123561176389163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/06/let-me-reminisce-for-just-little-while.html' title='Let me reminisce for just a little while longer..'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TBvOwn6QgqI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JeYo4BZL7Xo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-1246270179419101899</id><published>2010-06-18T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T12:37:45.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonder of life</title><content type='html'>I've been really poor in keeping up to date my blog, tut, tut! I've been extremely busy of sorts and have taken a much needed break in France (more of that later!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd like to introduce you to Ms L - she was just shy of 2 weeks here and the mother has two other children (all under the age of 4 no less!) Ms L was just the sweetest and felt more comfortable in the arms of her mother (and who can blame her!) she was a joy to photograph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TBvK7SSrKxI/AAAAAAAAAlI/jV_jj8f9tKA/s1600/Sarah+%26+Lilliana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TBvK7SSrKxI/AAAAAAAAAlI/jV_jj8f9tKA/s1600/Sarah+%26+Lilliana.jpg" width="438" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-1246270179419101899?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/1246270179419101899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=1246270179419101899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1246270179419101899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1246270179419101899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/06/wonder-of-life.html' title='The wonder of life'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TBvK7SSrKxI/AAAAAAAAAlI/jV_jj8f9tKA/s72-c/Sarah+%26+Lilliana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-6450880566131093181</id><published>2010-04-17T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T12:28:42.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Firstly, apologies for being AWOL recently, haven't posted to my blog in ages...oops! It's just been mega-busy personal wise; celebrated my sixth wedding anniversary, hubby's birthday and my birthday in the space of two weeks, as well as fitting in photosessions and getting them edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been also busy making future decisions, a big project is afoot and well I'm keeping you readers in suspense for a little longer, but I'm waiting until the right time for it to be released in the ether...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I recently did a photosession with a lovely pre-teen (I think all kids grow up way too fast these days) but she has a good head on her shoulders, such a great little model - and well I'll shut up now and you can see the results for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TBvIEccbfqI/AAAAAAAAAlA/k3Jo2K1BPWA/s1600/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="483" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TBvIEccbfqI/AAAAAAAAAlA/k3Jo2K1BPWA/s1600/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-6450880566131093181?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/6450880566131093181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=6450880566131093181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6450880566131093181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6450880566131093181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/04/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/TBvIEccbfqI/AAAAAAAAAlA/k3Jo2K1BPWA/s72-c/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-8518731889996442300</id><published>2010-03-06T02:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:42:36.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All things baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Is it me or is there some sort of baby boom going on? Or has it always been that way, or have I just not been attuned to it? I know of at least a handful of people who literally at this moment are trying to have a baby, and there are endless programmes and adverts all about babies. I guess because I do photograph a lot of babies, maybe its just been surrounded by them that you can't fail to notice! Either way, its all good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S5IxOjPk3pI/AAAAAAAAAj8/nVHNfXl1w30/s1600-h/4-32+copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 650px; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445469025492852370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S5IxOjPk3pI/AAAAAAAAAj8/nVHNfXl1w30/s800/4-32+copy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S5IxPQQ2lVI/AAAAAAAAAkE/zMZVF5vLZQk/s1600-h/4-1071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 650px; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445469037577803090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S5IxPQQ2lVI/AAAAAAAAAkE/zMZVF5vLZQk/s800/4-1071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-8518731889996442300?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/8518731889996442300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=8518731889996442300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8518731889996442300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8518731889996442300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/03/all-things-baby.html' title='All things baby'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S5IxOjPk3pI/AAAAAAAAAj8/nVHNfXl1w30/s72-c/4-32+copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-9078222570892754654</id><published>2010-03-06T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:37:02.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down in the mouth</title><content type='html'>My mouth hurts - alot, I have a wisdom tooth appearing and its making me feel miserable, not to mention it all started together with a head cold, so now I'm doubly miserable...and all in time for the weekend, when all you want to do is get on with things, but your body is literally saying 'NO'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't go all drama queen in situations like this, you have to get on with it, I would go to a dentist this minute, but they are closed on a weekend - so not great. Anyway I have the television, the monster and the internet to keep me occupied and doing some proofing is somewhat easing the pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 525px; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445466614035609906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S5IvCL3XeTI/AAAAAAAAAj0/dX4RWIWLeGc/s800/4-261.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-9078222570892754654?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/9078222570892754654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=9078222570892754654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/9078222570892754654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/9078222570892754654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/03/down-in-mouth.html' title='Down in the mouth'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S5IvCL3XeTI/AAAAAAAAAj0/dX4RWIWLeGc/s72-c/4-261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-4609928700546474734</id><published>2010-03-05T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:14:32.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Love</title><content type='html'>Babies are a wonder aren't they, the instant that they are born the naturalness of awe and love that you feel for this tiny little human is second to none. You as parents have now begun a new journey as a family, the complete circle of having gone through the pregnancy, experiencing each month as your bump grows, to finally meeting the person you have been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching the Channel 4 programme called 'One born every minute' and it truly fascinates me the whole process of each individual patient, each episode has its comical and also heartwrenching moments, its a joy to watch though the moment when the parents finally get to meet their new addition to the family and it makes me tearful every time. I'm such a soppy sod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S5E66U3UkZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ZW6_lyLfM88/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 676px; HEIGHT: 473px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445198198175207826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S5E66U3UkZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ZW6_lyLfM88/s800/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-4609928700546474734?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/4609928700546474734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=4609928700546474734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/4609928700546474734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/4609928700546474734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/03/baby-love.html' title='Baby Love'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S5E66U3UkZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ZW6_lyLfM88/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-1813364583592700307</id><published>2010-03-04T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:04:50.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy a Lift?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A Fireman's Lift that is? Luc had a dress up to school day today to commemorate 'World Book Day' - so he decided to dress up as Fireman Sam. All the kids and even the teachers (!) got into it and it was great to see everyone making such an effort!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was so loved his suit that he was anxious to put it straight on this morning and hasn't taken it off since, bless the joy of dress up when we were kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4_hWusVi8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/E0bd4Yqju-8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 650px; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444818255121583042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4_hWusVi8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/E0bd4Yqju-8/s800/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-1813364583592700307?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/1813364583592700307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=1813364583592700307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1813364583592700307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1813364583592700307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/03/fancy-lift.html' title='Fancy a Lift?'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4_hWusVi8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/E0bd4Yqju-8/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-2798287479883284667</id><published>2010-02-27T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:10:05.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so vain...not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4kdKliOz6I/AAAAAAAAAjM/PD8y7kZ1Ye8/s1600-h/4-131q12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 683px; HEIGHT: 489px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442913692365541282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4kdKliOz6I/AAAAAAAAAjM/PD8y7kZ1Ye8/s800/4-131q12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kidding, totally kidding - sometimes I have to get inspired and try some shots out that I may want to try out on others in the future, hence why I actually take my own photographs - and how do I do that, that's a secret!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4_iTggK82I/AAAAAAAAAjc/MasLWcaUl38/s1600-h/4-8+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 683px; HEIGHT: 459px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444819299284480866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4_iTggK82I/AAAAAAAAAjc/MasLWcaUl38/s800/4-8+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4_iTggK82I/AAAAAAAAAjc/MasLWcaUl38/s1600-h/4-8+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4kceq1209I/AAAAAAAAAjE/RjU6DPah504/s1600-h/4-2712.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-2798287479883284667?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/2798287479883284667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=2798287479883284667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2798287479883284667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2798287479883284667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/02/im-so-vainnot.html' title='I&apos;m so vain...not!'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4kdKliOz6I/AAAAAAAAAjM/PD8y7kZ1Ye8/s72-c/4-131q12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-1078857797099733165</id><published>2010-02-24T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T14:45:12.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The many faces of Master L</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4Wq5f0YQlI/AAAAAAAAAik/yM8BpYMCSzc/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441943629517570642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4Wq5f0YQlI/AAAAAAAAAik/yM8BpYMCSzc/s400/g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4Wq54x5T_I/AAAAAAAAAis/756ebsWdbk0/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441943636218040306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4Wq54x5T_I/AAAAAAAAAis/756ebsWdbk0/s400/h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4WosM-5YRI/AAAAAAAAAiU/guOHNVFXLbs/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441941202099855634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4WosM-5YRI/AAAAAAAAAiU/guOHNVFXLbs/s400/e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4Worl5elcI/AAAAAAAAAiM/rHQqiM9grTI/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441941191608145346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4Worl5elcI/AAAAAAAAAiM/rHQqiM9grTI/s400/d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4WorNcvqII/AAAAAAAAAiE/PxY-VNWTkOA/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441941185045178498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4WorNcvqII/AAAAAAAAAiE/PxY-VNWTkOA/s400/c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4WoqmINz_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/UkOl1ai7nfE/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441941174490091506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4WoqmINz_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/UkOl1ai7nfE/s400/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4WoqypNX3I/AAAAAAAAAh8/_YsN1DmE7Xk/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441941177849700210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4WoqypNX3I/AAAAAAAAAh8/_YsN1DmE7Xk/s400/b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 194px" class="preview" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4Wrv4U4YcI/AAAAAAAAAi8/DnVK-7Q-CpA/s400/f.jpg" width="400" height="274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid is very expressive...as you can see...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-1078857797099733165?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/1078857797099733165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=1078857797099733165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1078857797099733165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1078857797099733165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/02/many-faces-of-master-l.html' title='The many faces of Master L'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4Wq5f0YQlI/AAAAAAAAAik/yM8BpYMCSzc/s72-c/g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-7902195872460234321</id><published>2010-02-20T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:11:35.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>The kid has bundles of it - how is it that a four and half year old boy attain this? Beats me. I always assume that kids his age are the sweet little angels (well maybe for five minutes) but the majority of the time he's a little devil, so much so that I don't ever see him growing up to be a good little angel anytime soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4AkpMJLn3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/rDO-aAVyXyU/s1600-h/BW+Copy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 650px; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440388639916531570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4AkpMJLn3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/rDO-aAVyXyU/s800/BW+Copy3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-7902195872460234321?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/7902195872460234321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=7902195872460234321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7902195872460234321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7902195872460234321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/02/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S4AkpMJLn3I/AAAAAAAAAhs/rDO-aAVyXyU/s72-c/BW+Copy3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-6486218892337319898</id><published>2010-02-15T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:12:36.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision of a photographer</title><content type='html'>So what separates me from any other photographer - probably not much really in the grand scheme of things, i.e. we have camera's, so that's a start! I'm kidding, well my photography style might be a lot different and maybe more to your liking than other photographers that you have seen. Most potential clients have drawn up a list, pored over countless websites, magazines, advertisements for their chosen photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a franchise photographer like many other well-known studios and mall set-ups. Everyone is familiar with these - I have in the past been to a few. My photography is what is known as 'custom' photography, and what I mean by that is the individual unique concept of having a photographer with your sense of style, that you like, or have been recommended by, and having liaised with him or her about their photography (have that rapport) and know that you'd like this person to take your photographs. Ok, that's not entirely it, but being able to present a portfolio of photography that spells 'YOU'; your personality, your sense of style, the relaxed, unposed you, and making sure that you get the best out of your session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a great website which goes into a lot more detail about what it is that photographers should provide to you and what to look out for. It's an informative (if a little exhaustive - but it will give you plenty to think about) have a read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.professionalchildphotographer.com/information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S3lmPW-jrzI/AAAAAAAAAhk/FOqI2HLlmEo/s1600-h/4-91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S3lmPW-jrzI/AAAAAAAAAhk/FOqI2HLlmEo/s800/4-91.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438490439078620978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-6486218892337319898?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/6486218892337319898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=6486218892337319898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6486218892337319898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6486218892337319898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/02/vision-of-photographer.html' title='Vision of a photographer'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S3lmPW-jrzI/AAAAAAAAAhk/FOqI2HLlmEo/s72-c/4-91.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-9150880744513018676</id><published>2010-02-13T04:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:13:26.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mate Kate</title><content type='html'>My good friend Kate got hitched yesterday afternoon to her long-term partner in a lovely, civil partnership ceremony. It was very cold, very damp, but that didn't dampen the mood, which was high spirited, full of laughter and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain managed to hold off for a few minutes to enable photographs to be taken, which we did with great gusto! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many congratulations K&amp;E - I wish you all the best in your happiness together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S3aYAchmTfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Sl-jf2hEi9U/s1600-h/028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 525px; height: 800px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S3aYAchmTfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Sl-jf2hEi9U/s800/028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437700733520989682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-9150880744513018676?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/9150880744513018676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=9150880744513018676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/9150880744513018676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/9150880744513018676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/02/my-mate-kate.html' title='My Mate Kate'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S3aYAchmTfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Sl-jf2hEi9U/s72-c/028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-5717291147655955256</id><published>2010-02-06T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:14:10.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Act</title><content type='html'>I have always, always wanted siblings. I'd imagine an older brother and/or sister, and as a only child you can imagine it was very lonely and isolating experience. I mean of course I had friends to hang out with, but there was never that 'sibling rivalry or bond' that all my friends (who had brothers or sisters) had. And they always moaned that it was a good thing I was an only child, but as they've grown older their bonds with their sisters or brothers grow stronger. But still I regard my best friend as a sister so that counts still I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was one of fourteen (yes 14) children, one set of twins and even though they live in all parts of the world, that 'connection' is still prevalent, even if they only get to speak once every so often. And from that huge family you think that they would carry on the family tradition, but not so, only out of four or five of them have gone on to have one or two children (I guess they knew how hard it was to clothe and feed a big family) my mother had me when she was 36 (she unfortunately had a miscarriage six months into her pregnancy before she fell pregnant with me) back in 1978. When I turned five years old my parents thought it might be good to try for a baby brother or sister for me, but back then the doctors pretty much told them because of her age it would be unlikely that she would fall pregnant, miscarry easily or have a disabled child! These days its pretty much the norm for many woman in their forties to have their children, but back then it wasn't simple because of the limited resources, my how times have changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S23O3gV1wlI/AAAAAAAAAhU/u1qHXm15_Qg/s1600-h/4-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S23O3gV1wlI/AAAAAAAAAhU/u1qHXm15_Qg/s800/4-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435227778275721810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-5717291147655955256?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/5717291147655955256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=5717291147655955256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/5717291147655955256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/5717291147655955256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/02/sister-act.html' title='Sister Act'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S23O3gV1wlI/AAAAAAAAAhU/u1qHXm15_Qg/s72-c/4-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-2973059497619401620</id><published>2010-02-06T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:15:05.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait of a lady</title><content type='html'>When photographing subjects I always imagine a magazine photoshoot, you know the ones with models in certain levels of poses, flights or hanging upside down on a tree - you know the story. I'm kidding, I don't go to that length (much!) but really just the 'glossy' sort of how I want the session to go, I want my clients to feel that this is a time when they can almost put themselves out of their normality and into a space where they can be almost in another character, totally disarm themselves of feeling shy, vulnerable, uncomfortable even, and hopefully make each person feel comfortable, love the attention and make themselves feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S23MacKaZVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/USCuI0h7s1g/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S23MacKaZVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/USCuI0h7s1g/s800/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435225079914587474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-2973059497619401620?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/2973059497619401620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=2973059497619401620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2973059497619401620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2973059497619401620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/02/portrait-of-lady.html' title='Portrait of a lady'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S23MacKaZVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/USCuI0h7s1g/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-8930016675175970528</id><published>2010-02-04T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:16:40.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up close and personal</title><content type='html'>When photographing babies you tend to miss the tiniest details on even the most tiniest babies. Things such as 'baby fluff' as I affectionately call them; that they have on their ears and even on their backs! Tiny fingers and toes, dimples on their knees, coupled with long eyelashes and pouty lips - these are all small details that are sometimes forgotten about. I like to capture those details in all their macro close-ups during the photosession, usually these details are my favourite of the photographs, a lot of my clients don't think of these things or maybe don't appreciate them much, but they should as these once tiny moments as babies can always be remembered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the eyelashes on this sweet baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S2r-zJsqcgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6Ej0-SVAj20/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 600px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S2r-zJsqcgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6Ej0-SVAj20/s800/003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434436055105958402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-8930016675175970528?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/8930016675175970528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=8930016675175970528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8930016675175970528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8930016675175970528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/02/up-close-and-personal.html' title='Up close and personal'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S2r-zJsqcgI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6Ej0-SVAj20/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-7678459021070168557</id><published>2010-02-01T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:15:34.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging up my [sort of] last glad rags</title><content type='html'>For the past couple of weeks I have reviewed what it is that I want out of my photography; what motivates me to my core, what is it that makes me love doing and going that extra mile for (and lo and behold it doesn't involve eating my favourite local Chinese takeaway, LOL!) and knowing truly what it is that I want to keep evolving and improving with, and the answer (drumroll please...) has been very easy, and simple. Portraiture and baby photography (&lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; y'all saying, no surprises there - cheek!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have consistently blogged that I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; to do weddings, and I do, &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;, but in moderation, which meant I viewed the weddings I wanted to take on, clients who I 'clicked' with which is all done seriously and methodically, and which has always inspired me to get involved with my past clients. But...and its a big &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;, I am taking a further leap back and have decided that weddings will not be a true motivator for me in 2010. I will of course honour the weddings that have already been booked in 2010, and I will continue to take on bookings now and again, (back to the 'clicking' bit and so forth...) but priorities in my life at the moment will not allow for every weekends to be consumed by wedding fever - even if I do love dressing up for every event!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My forefront of what it is that I want to continue being passionate about will be the portrait work with individual clients/families, and of course my love of newborn portraiture work. My ideas will cultivate more in this portrait environment, giving me free reign to a certain extent, I don't think personally weddings give that option, maybe to a point, but in reality, your time is very restricted, and I don't like that feeling of being rushed the majority of the time, don't get me wrong I strive on pressure, but I do that enough most of the week, so portrait photography on my terms lets me 'take that time', as much time as it allows me, and to get the best out of that time, as the saying goes 'more haste, less speed' - somehow rings true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I don't like posting without a photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S2dXAFr-tBI/AAAAAAAAAg0/R_VRwUh6Rg8/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S2dXAFr-tBI/AAAAAAAAAg0/R_VRwUh6Rg8/s800/001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433407134484050962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-7678459021070168557?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/7678459021070168557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=7678459021070168557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7678459021070168557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7678459021070168557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/02/hanging-up-my-sort-of-last-glad-rags.html' title='Hanging up my [sort of] last glad rags'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S2dXAFr-tBI/AAAAAAAAAg0/R_VRwUh6Rg8/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-3585876895705531129</id><published>2010-01-24T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:17:27.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Sale!</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's right I am having a Winter sale! Photosessions will be £50.00 instead of the usual £75.00, and instead of the two 7x5 included in the session, you will have two 10x8! How's that for a cracking deal? Blimey, I sound like Del Boy! Anyway, to take up the exclusive offer (offer ends at the end of February) just email me for further details and to arrange a photosession*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S1xqWxmd6lI/AAAAAAAAAgs/I685zfmlFM0/s1600-h/4-88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S1xqWxmd6lI/AAAAAAAAAgs/I685zfmlFM0/s800/4-88.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430332190206323282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*photosessions can be booked only up to March 2010, subject to availability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-3585876895705531129?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/3585876895705531129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=3585876895705531129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3585876895705531129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3585876895705531129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/01/winter-sale.html' title='Winter Sale!'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S1xqWxmd6lI/AAAAAAAAAgs/I685zfmlFM0/s72-c/4-88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-5155158432621911984</id><published>2010-01-24T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:18:00.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Vain</title><content type='html'>Actually he isn't - he just has effortless style right off the bat, he doesn't need any help in that department, because he's just darn cool for school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean just look at him...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S1xlpWdRZvI/AAAAAAAAAgk/iMClZd5e4DA/s1600-h/4-6+copy+copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 525px; height: 800px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S1xlpWdRZvI/AAAAAAAAAgk/iMClZd5e4DA/s800/4-6+copy+copy1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430327011779372786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-5155158432621911984?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/5155158432621911984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=5155158432621911984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/5155158432621911984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/5155158432621911984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/01/mr-vain.html' title='Mr Vain'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S1xlpWdRZvI/AAAAAAAAAgk/iMClZd5e4DA/s72-c/4-6+copy+copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-1488099594095162492</id><published>2010-01-08T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:18:33.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My kid, my memories, my word</title><content type='html'>What can I tell you about my kid apart from what you haven't read already?! Well he's enthusiastic about everything, has the delight in telling you what you probably knew but has to emphasise it 100 times over just incase, loves his food, his creative soul, he's very socialable, therefore friendly, but most of all he's handsome (ok I added that last bit in because I am his mother, therefore biased!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a couple of photographs of him yesterday and I was amazed at how much &lt;em&gt;older&lt;/em&gt; he looks in them, he in no way looks 4 years old, and it's quite shocking to look &lt;em&gt;into&lt;/em&gt; the future just by looking at a particular photo. I can just imagine what he will look like in say 20-30 years time from looking at that particular photo, I will hold on to the fact that he will have the same cheeky smile, or certain look, and I will know that in 20 or so years time how quickly that all went by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a couple of school group photos on Facebook this week, and it generated a lot of memories for old friends that I once went to school with, we reminisced over certain things and made me laugh out loud at some, it really brought me back, and looking at how sweet we all looked at such a young age...and that was twenty years ago since we had left the school...and it's shocking to think that it has been that long, and I think it brings home to me how time indeed passes by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see why photographs are so important, it takes you back, ok maybe for some to certain times that you might not want to have remembered, but mostly for us, ones that we do, and hold on to and remember - and it's the funny things you remember. But overall I cherish photographs that I have and look back on to see how far we've all come. I hope my little one does the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here is the photograph that I took of Luc yesterday which tells the moral of this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S0cwGfLjeRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/TRXTTPVvG04/s1600-h/18577_234832488246_524108246_3181689_5617495_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424357164198361362" style="WIDTH: 525px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S0cwGfLjeRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/TRXTTPVvG04/s800/18577_234832488246_524108246_3181689_5617495_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-1488099594095162492?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/1488099594095162492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=1488099594095162492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1488099594095162492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1488099594095162492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/01/my-kid-my-memories-my-word.html' title='My kid, my memories, my word'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S0cwGfLjeRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/TRXTTPVvG04/s72-c/18577_234832488246_524108246_3181689_5617495_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-3345420256264904161</id><published>2010-01-07T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T07:26:40.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blink [and I think I missed it]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erm, was it me or did Christmas Day actually happened? I think it did, but not quite sure - well of course I know it happened, but seriously, we're in the New Year already? Can't quite grasp that the whole Christmas holiday period has been and gone, it just seemed to have gone by so quickly...I must admit Christmas Day went in a whirlwind, as I had ten of us to cook for, so I think I finally sat down at about 5pm that day...but it was lovely, my son was so excited as most four year old's are, and ripped open his presents with great gusto. I did really well with the really lovely pressies from family, especially from hubby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back to work at the beginning of this week, the kid went back to school on Tuesday, but that evening we had a tremendous amount of snow that fell in our region and thus the schools shut yesterday and again today, due to the icy conditions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday and today is 'Snow Day's' off of work and school. The kid couldn't wait to get out into the snow yesterday and I took some precious shots of him enjoying the moment - here's just a few...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S0Wt2W3wblI/AAAAAAAAAd4/FmOUEPLOVlU/s1600-h/4251420966_242aaf289d.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S0Wt2W3wblI/AAAAAAAAAd4/FmOUEPLOVlU/s1600-h/4251420966_242aaf289d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423932475601612370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S0Wt2W3wblI/AAAAAAAAAd4/FmOUEPLOVlU/s400/4251420966_242aaf289d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S0Wt12qoSEI/AAAAAAAAAdw/oVnnT5bYeIQ/s1600-h/4251420964_4fa87872ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423932466956617794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S0Wt12qoSEI/AAAAAAAAAdw/oVnnT5bYeIQ/s400/4251420964_4fa87872ec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S0WupQQ_0BI/AAAAAAAAAeA/jE5mlV5XfAI/s1600-h/d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423933350001758226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S0WupQQ_0BI/AAAAAAAAAeA/jE5mlV5XfAI/s400/d1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S0Wt19l-DxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/PDoH2U8tu3g/s1600-h/4251420960_4cbfa83d6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423932468816121618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S0Wt19l-DxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/PDoH2U8tu3g/s400/4251420960_4cbfa83d6a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit I love the snow, and it has been really lovely to be at home spending time with the little one, and to just enjoy the gorgeous snow view from our sofa, no cars running up and down the street, no postman disturbing us, etc, etc. Being snuggled up under my lovely faux fur throw, fire on, all cosied up, and watching tv, sounds bliss doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may sound corny, but it's these moments that you have to enjoy, not the rushing about, the routine of trying to get yourselves ready, the kid ready, then out, to school/work, the basic humdrum of life, and it is true that once in a while it's nice just stop, slow down and really feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, you could all say that didn't we just have that period over Christmas and New Year - yep, so why stop now LOL! Seriously though, you get my sentiment, but yeah, while it lasts I'll enjoy every minute thank you very much - which could mean I'm back to work and little one is back to school tomorrow - ho hum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and yeah, Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/57/04CAB9158A4D4FCF1848A8C7443E2004.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-3345420256264904161?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/3345420256264904161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=3345420256264904161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3345420256264904161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3345420256264904161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2010/01/blink-and-i-think-i-missed-it.html' title='Blink [and I think I missed it]'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/S0Wt2W3wblI/AAAAAAAAAd4/FmOUEPLOVlU/s72-c/4251420966_242aaf289d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-4195041822543188703</id><published>2009-12-22T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T06:35:32.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Clause is coming to town</title><content type='html'>Well folks its nearly upon us - my little one is so excited and asking how many sleeps until Santa comes, bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful christmas and a prosperous new year! Have a good one folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-4195041822543188703?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/4195041822543188703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=4195041822543188703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/4195041822543188703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/4195041822543188703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/12/santa-clause-is-coming-to-town.html' title='Santa Clause is coming to town'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-6257110579772747599</id><published>2009-12-22T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T06:32:03.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar - the review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SzDYWZd-EOI/AAAAAAAAAdg/m1yQdYRuj48/s1600-h/movieposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418068231032017122" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SzDYWZd-EOI/AAAAAAAAAdg/m1yQdYRuj48/s400/movieposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I went to see Avatar at the weekend, in all its 3D format glory and well, what can I say about the movie - other than I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT! I actually was speechless when I came out of there, and that takes quite a lot let me tell you ladies and gentlemen! I mean I think you have to leave your brain at home for this film, just let all its visual glory encapsulate you. The film does have a moral story and a couple of times I was close to tears - it was that good, but really it was a very emotional love story. The effects were seamless and awe inspiring. The actors were really good and the story equally believable. So just go and see it, you'd be a fool to miss it, as it will no way be as good just watching it on DVD, you have to go and see it in at the cinema to get the true effect, and more so in 3D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRdxXPV9GNQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRdxXPV9GNQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-6257110579772747599?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/6257110579772747599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=6257110579772747599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6257110579772747599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6257110579772747599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/12/avatar-review.html' title='Avatar - the review'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SzDYWZd-EOI/AAAAAAAAAdg/m1yQdYRuj48/s72-c/movieposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-3372959596094860415</id><published>2009-12-12T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T13:12:37.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>The highly anticipated movie of the year will soon be upon us, and I for one can't wait to go and see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not usually a fan of 'sci-fi' movies, but this film in 3D is seemingly surpassing everyone's expectations of how seaminglessly the actors and visuals are merging together. I have read some not so enthusiastic reviews about the film, everyone is entitled to their opinion and it certainly haven't marred mine enough not to go and see it - I will judge for myself what the film is all about thank you very much (!); the connotations of war, the environment, the main moral of what the story is trying to convey, so I will let you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent times the trailers for forthcoming movies seem just to show the 'best bits' (of course, to generate interest to see the movie (duh!)), but I hope that the film will transpire to be good all throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see what I'm talking about - (if you really haven't heard of Avatar, seriously, where have you been?) click on the website to view the official trailer. &lt;a href="http://www.avatarmovie.com/"&gt;http://www.avatarmovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-3372959596094860415?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/3372959596094860415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=3372959596094860415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3372959596094860415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3372959596094860415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/12/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-8128634433393874691</id><published>2009-12-08T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:51:32.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A big thankyou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just over a year ago, my passion finally came to the fore. My lifelong dream of being a photographer came true, and it has been an amazing journey this year capturing so many wonderful photos of clients, I have loved being able to meet new people, some of who I can call friends; being able to be part of their wedding day, meeting their new arrivals, it has really been a wonderful evolving journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learnt so much along the way, which is what I think a photographer is all about; learning new experiences, working to another level, being able to be open to anything and everything (to a point!) but above all for me especially learning about &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; as a person, how I react to certain situations, basically knowing my comfort zone. It has been a real learning curve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sx67rAmc4zI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ZSoP52vU_6Y/s1600-h/DSC_0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412970149715960626" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sx67rAmc4zI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ZSoP52vU_6Y/s400/DSC_0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thankyou to all that I have met so far on my (I hope) lifelongstanding career with photography, its been a joy, and long may it continue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-8128634433393874691?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/8128634433393874691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=8128634433393874691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8128634433393874691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8128634433393874691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/12/big-thankyou.html' title='A big thankyou'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sx67rAmc4zI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ZSoP52vU_6Y/s72-c/DSC_0081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-4835387207602823336</id><published>2009-12-08T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:41:13.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>The most wonderful time of the year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well folks, the christmas season is officially here, you can't move for christmas ads, trees, ideas for gifts, what to wear for parties, how much booze you should or shouldn't consume, whose coming over for christmas day, it goes on. In other words GET INTO THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT regardless! You hear it countless times about how stressful it is - but really I think only if you let it, Christmas seems to get more pressurised every year, so...don't...let...it, enjoy the concept of what Christmas is all about - being able to enjoy the 'comfort' of that Christmassy feeling, having the Christmas decs up, fireplace on, listening to favourite christmas tunes and singing along to them. Having an excuse to watching Christmas films which makes us feel all warm and fuzzy, which regresses us back to childhood. Well, that sure doesn't spell 'stress' to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to feed the five thousand again this year, and even though I know I'll spend most of the day in the kitchen preparing and cooking, and then flaking out at the end of the day when I get the chance to sit down for five minutes - will all be worth it because I will have the family around, enjoying the company and having a day shared with loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know Christmas is meant for kids, and my son no less will be expecting santa and his sleigh to be filled to the brim with toys that he has circled around on the pages of Toys 'R' us (!) to be delivered down our chimney on Christmas Eve...and hopefully Santa has noted all that I've circled on the pages of the Louis Vuitton catalogue (and Uggs and Mulberry, I could go on) - oh sweet joy...! I too am a big kid at heart...who isn't?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sx65FVk3WFI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xC65k4psdlE/s1600-h/DSC_0024+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412967303488165970" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sx65FVk3WFI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xC65k4psdlE/s400/DSC_0024+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-4835387207602823336?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/4835387207602823336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=4835387207602823336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/4835387207602823336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/4835387207602823336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/12/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='The most wonderful time of the year...'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sx65FVk3WFI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xC65k4psdlE/s72-c/DSC_0024+copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-2902403511187348176</id><published>2009-11-26T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T04:19:58.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lady is a vamp</title><content type='html'>Following on with the theme of the last few days ;P (hence the title!) although I do have a bit of a rant for this post! Firstly, I'd like to point out that in no way am I thinking I am being the big 'I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt;' (!) here, but I came across something this week that really did niggle me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My rant that I have is with certain people who think just because they have a 'nice' camera that they are '&lt;em&gt;professionals&lt;/em&gt;' - now, I'm not a pro, and don't ever attain to be, but I am so methodical about my work; the whole concept of what I do is in my mind should be nothing other than perfect, my whole livelihood depends on how my 'eye' for photographs sells or displays to others and clients. So when I see someone who for one reason or another thinks if she can than I can do it too...etc, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I happened to stumble across one such example via a website advertising their services. Now, honestly I'm not trying to be snobby, but the photographs that this 'photographer' took was really blurry, the composition all wrong, underexposed, overexposed, obstructive detailing, and all very 'snapshot-ish' in my honest opinion, I could go on, but surely this isn't right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a moral point to this rant! If you do start out that way, then please, please learn all there is to know about what your camera does, the concept of knowing how to take a good photograph before you start advertising your services, etc. I know everyone has to start somewhere, and anyone can take a good photo, its being able to sustain it, evolve from past 'mistakes', learn your craft, again I could go on...but people should know the basics one hopes before they embark on something like this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; passionate about photography, what it means to me, (for some people they think its a quick way to make a buck (tut, tut) - especially from weddings, it couldn't be further from the truth), I'm constantly learning, reading up on so much photography related issues daily! I am quite obsessed about it actually! Ultimately it's the hard work that photographers put into their business, the ways in which to conduct yourself and also the fact that you value your work to the highest degree and still be overly-critical about it, being able to evolve and find your style, as well as take on a mountain of other stuff! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have a very long way to go, but I think I'm proving my worth (or at least I hope so - see, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; can be over analytical about the silliest things!) I just know that I have the ability to be truthful to myself and not feel I'm doing injustice to other people who truly value my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they say the proof is in the pudding, or excuse the pun, the images speak for themselves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, rant over! As I can't post without a photo, how about another gorgeous shot of Ms A and her gloriously big blue eyes! She is such a sweetie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sw7l5jGZgRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sxMTUvj6A3s/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408512979355926802" style="WIDTH: 650px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sw7l5jGZgRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sxMTUvj6A3s/s800/013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do/Don't agree with my opinion, feel free to comment - I would love your views!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-2902403511187348176?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/2902403511187348176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=2902403511187348176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2902403511187348176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2902403511187348176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/11/lady-is-vamp.html' title='The lady is a vamp'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sw7l5jGZgRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sxMTUvj6A3s/s72-c/013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-2753917643740029332</id><published>2009-11-24T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:28:39.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='client photosession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristen Stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Lautner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>Team Jedward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm not talking about the X Factor - went off of that show a couple of weeks ago when Lucie got booted off, so boycotted the show since then!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope I am talking about 'New Moon' of course! My best mate and I went to go and see the film at the weekend, and I really enjoyed it, Taylor Lautner who plays Jacob definitely beefed up (bit of an understatement) for the role, and RPattz did his brooding best as Edward. So am I Team Jacob or Team Edward - dear Twihard fans I'm neither, but I do have a soft spot for both! So Team Jedward it is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say though that Kristen Stewart did a stellar job as Bella, she is quite clearly out of all three THE star of the show in New Moon, in my opinion. I first saw her in 'Panic Room' with Jodie Foster and again in the great film directed by Sean Penn 'In the Wild' based on a true story with Emile Hirshe. Kristen Stewart is definitely coming into her own, and can't wait to see what the third instalment of Twilight: Eclipse has in store for us next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the whole 'are they, aren't they?' dating speculation between RPattz and KStew - it's a foregone conclusion can't you tell? ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because I can't post without a photo - and lo and behold its nothing to do with New Moon...breathe a sigh of relief reader(s)! I had a wonderful little star visit the studio for her photosession, Miss A was such a smiler and I got some wonderful grins throughout her session, but this photo of her here is when she gave a serious look, and out of all of them this has to be my favourite with her serious look going on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SwwXHjYmwhI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Nep2n_MKnTU/s1600/4128604343_e6995b13f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407722671090090514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SwwXHjYmwhI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Nep2n_MKnTU/s400/4128604343_e6995b13f2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she just the cutest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-2753917643740029332?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/2753917643740029332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=2753917643740029332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2753917643740029332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2753917643740029332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/11/team-jedward.html' title='Team Jedward'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SwwXHjYmwhI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Nep2n_MKnTU/s72-c/4128604343_e6995b13f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-6808421326665982114</id><published>2009-11-17T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:45:35.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement is building...</title><content type='html'>...so maybe it'll keep me awake for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call me a big kid or whatever, but oh...my...god...the film 'New Moon' is nearly upon us, [squeal]the opening of the film is this Friday, and I cannot wait to go and see it, hopefully this weekend. I have been waiting to watch it since like forever...or so it seems! Sad I know, but jeez I'm not the only one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have read all of the books (I think I have mentioned that twice before) so cannot wait to see the book played out on the big screen. Twilight has been showing on Sky Movies, no doubt to whet our appetite for the sequel...see I feel like a kid again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And don't get me started on Christmas - I just regress back to childhood! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SwMLVwmfzDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DStSBnNNpvQ/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405176446226254898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SwMLVwmfzDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DStSBnNNpvQ/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-6808421326665982114?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/6808421326665982114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=6808421326665982114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6808421326665982114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6808421326665982114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/11/excitement-is-building.html' title='Excitement is building...'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SwMLVwmfzDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DStSBnNNpvQ/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-7921881874950946056</id><published>2009-11-17T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:37:51.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='client photosession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Bundle of character</title><content type='html'>I had a photosession with an adorable 4 month old little girl, she was just the sweetest little thing and had me in complete fits of laughter with her take on the 'raspberry' blowing out those cute noises with a 'pop' sound at the end of each one! Her parents were just the coolest couple and were just awesome to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SwMJQlMn0tI/AAAAAAAAAcw/vrZbSnRxwLs/s1600/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405174158242337490" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SwMJQlMn0tI/AAAAAAAAAcw/vrZbSnRxwLs/s400/k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-7921881874950946056?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/7921881874950946056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=7921881874950946056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7921881874950946056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7921881874950946056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/11/bundle-of-character.html' title='Bundle of character'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SwMJQlMn0tI/AAAAAAAAAcw/vrZbSnRxwLs/s72-c/k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-1658038597527250911</id><published>2009-11-04T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:06:37.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In safe hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Nothing like being in the hands of a proud daddy, as this proud papa was, isn't she just the sweetest, I love the fact that she had her tiny hand around her father's thumb, ad-or-able or what?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SvHevKprHhI/AAAAAAAAAco/i-yZPB5q2L4/s1600-h/BW+Copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400342330088300050" style="WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SvHevKprHhI/AAAAAAAAAco/i-yZPB5q2L4/s400/BW+Copy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-1658038597527250911?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/1658038597527250911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=1658038597527250911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1658038597527250911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1658038597527250911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/11/in-safe-hands.html' title='In safe hands'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SvHevKprHhI/AAAAAAAAAco/i-yZPB5q2L4/s72-c/BW+Copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-3718512627537153914</id><published>2009-11-02T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:20:54.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things in life make the biggest impact</title><content type='html'>I had the pleasure of photographing a gorgeous little two week old baby girl, she was soooo good to me, sleeping literally from the moment she arrived to the moment she left. Little Miss F had the most stunning head of tinted red hair (taking after her mother (who I also photographed a month ago for her maternity photos)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say baby photography is not an easy job by any means, but the rewards are definitely rewarding! The feedback I get from parents after they have seen the photographs are so heartfelt and definitely a lovely feeling to know what they think, even summarising that most parents actually shed a tear or two when viewing the photographs, tears of joy (I hope!) but seriously its such a confirmation of the hard work and total committment to what you love to do, every photo is worth something personal to me, that I take a view to making sure that my clients get the utmost from their photographer and their experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my personal favourite photo from the session of Ms F.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Su8xAJx6D_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/MahKUfEwEK4/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399588356935520242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Su8xAJx6D_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/MahKUfEwEK4/s400/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-3718512627537153914?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/3718512627537153914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=3718512627537153914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3718512627537153914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3718512627537153914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/11/little-things-in-life-make-biggest.html' title='The little things in life make the biggest impact'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Su8xAJx6D_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/MahKUfEwEK4/s72-c/006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-4353919583371018262</id><published>2009-10-13T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T03:47:57.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>Aren't these two ad-or-able or what. Twins wow, I have much respect and also envy for parents who have twins, hard work, yep, double-trouble, probably, but most of all double-love, oh you betcha. And having a bond being a twin must be undescribable. When I was a little girl I shared a class with no less that 3 sets of twins, two sets of twins identical, and one non-identical. They were each so different in their personalities, to think that they were born a couple of minutes apart it was always something I couldn't wrap my head around at that age, but they shared something that most siblings didn't, I used to think that they knew instintively what the other one was going to say or do, telepathy, or just the fact that they spent waaaay to much time together?! For me especially as an only child it was doubly envious not to know how it felt to have siblings let alone my own twin. My mum always used to joke that I come from a lineage of twins in the family (on her side that is) and said that it skips a generation, and so far none of the family have had twins...yet - I wonder if she's trying to imply something ;P &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StRanASdqYI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ndaW4PL-z8w/s1600-h/dsc_0090-copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392034280008165762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StRanASdqYI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ndaW4PL-z8w/s400/dsc_0090-copy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-4353919583371018262?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/4353919583371018262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=4353919583371018262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/4353919583371018262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/4353919583371018262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/10/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StRanASdqYI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ndaW4PL-z8w/s72-c/dsc_0090-copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-1480484370077588343</id><published>2009-10-12T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:22:10.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartfelt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clients'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>A life less ordinary</title><content type='html'>Getting married...oh my, the memories of trying to organise mine - I loved every single minute of it, I am fiercely independent, I wanted in on everything, no one is gonna lay a finger on my mark for our day, so I went hell for leather on what I wanted for my day. I actually made my own invitations, order of service, CD's for favours, and I loved arranging the tables; in that I sourced gorgeous candle holders from Laura Ashley, shipped over the most awesome miniature pewter chairs from America for the namecards, decided against table top flowers that florist seemed to over-charge me as soon as I mentioned the 'W' word [weddings] so bought gorgeous single stemmed flowers from our local M&amp;amp;S in their contemporary slimline vases. Simple, understated, but utterly gorgeous I hasten to add. All the table items were literally stripped from the tables at the end of the evening by overly anxious guests who raved about them and wanted them for keepsakes, how could I say no, they had to have a home at the end of the day and well it makes me smile when I visit family and friends to see them displayed in their homes (especially the pewter chairs!). &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was from a previous wedding; they had themes from their favourite films on their tables; Amelie, Casablanca, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StONkl-ZP4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/PCeizakN1U8/s1600-h/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391808838701236098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StONkl-ZP4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/PCeizakN1U8/s400/021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another distinctive memory I have is that my white rose bouquet, wrapped in gorgeous vivid green banana leaves was actually done for free by the most awesome assistant at the bridal shop that I purchased my gorgeous dress from, it was a noble gesture, very kindly offered, which I duly accepted, and she did herself proud making the most gorgeous bouquet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last bride's bouquet had the most gorgeous blue-purple hues on the roses, so perfect with her colour schemes. I love seeing the flowers for weddings, they range from the most simple to the utterly gob-smackingly awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StOOGDQ_-KI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/t9rSgWS1CYc/s1600-h/038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391809413499582626" style="WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StOOGDQ_-KI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/t9rSgWS1CYc/s400/038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wedding photographer was Robert Lawler from Acton in London - his distinctive eye captured the day perfectly, and I regularly look at my photographs and sigh over the day. What is remarkable about my photographer was that he used a film format camera, (as well as digital), how he managed to change rolls of films throughout the day I'll never know, but the wonderful film look of his work is what adds to the photo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above all the emotions of the day is something that you never forget, heartfelt joys and tearful moments of happiness and the constant high throughout, the day almost goes in a blissful blur, my personal joys in my mind I won't ever forget, they are that, personal, trivial maybe for some, but a constant reminder of what it meant to me on the day and will be remembered by me forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as you know I have to post another photo, here was a recent shot during a wedding speech that made this family member a little bit teary-eyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StOMucMX2AI/AAAAAAAAAcA/HY84fFXxXxs/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391807908362573826" style="WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StOMucMX2AI/AAAAAAAAAcA/HY84fFXxXxs/s400/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-1480484370077588343?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/1480484370077588343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=1480484370077588343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1480484370077588343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1480484370077588343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/10/life-less-ordinary.html' title='A life less ordinary'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StONkl-ZP4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/PCeizakN1U8/s72-c/021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-3983227882747298681</id><published>2009-10-11T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:55:59.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bump to Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ah, the joys of motherhood, pregnancy, the whole nine yards (or months or whatever you like to call it) sleepless nights, worry, joy, tiredness, there is always a balance with the positives and negatives of having children, but the good always outweigh the not so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StJGJwqB6YI/AAAAAAAAAbw/shA2cTMglzc/s1600-h/1+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391448837409859970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StJGJwqB6YI/AAAAAAAAAbw/shA2cTMglzc/s400/1+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no way to describe what it is like to have a child - you nod in agreement when you hear other people's stories, but truly no child are alike, every experience for every parent is different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace every moment, they are truly memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StJGKJ-ba2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/wmeSIo5j0hs/s1600-h/3+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391448844206304098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StJGKJ-ba2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/wmeSIo5j0hs/s400/3+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-3983227882747298681?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/3983227882747298681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=3983227882747298681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3983227882747298681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3983227882747298681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/10/bump-to-baby.html' title='Bump to Baby'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StJGJwqB6YI/AAAAAAAAAbw/shA2cTMglzc/s72-c/1+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-6146979446677388823</id><published>2009-10-11T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:47:25.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Summer is over...bring out the brolly's</title><content type='html'>The season's are a'changin', I can't believe how cold it's been, literally the winter wardrobe has come into force and I'm literally snuggled up in my cardi - I love my cosy cardi's, believe me they are a saviour on wintry evenings. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway's...I do love the autumnal colours, the gorgeous burnt hues on the leaves from the tress that settle on the ground and make a new foundation amongst the pathways. The wind that bellow's around the nape of your neck that you pull your collar and scarf around your neck to fend off the draught. That the thoughts of home and turning on that log fire makes you feel warm and fuzzy, ok I'm going overboard here, but you get the picture and doesn't it look good?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StJEI1RitJI/AAAAAAAAAbo/IXQA038yLHM/s1600-h/Olivia+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391446622446204050" style="WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StJEI1RitJI/AAAAAAAAAbo/IXQA038yLHM/s400/Olivia+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-6146979446677388823?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/6146979446677388823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=6146979446677388823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6146979446677388823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6146979446677388823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/10/summer-is-overbring-out-brollys.html' title='Summer is over...bring out the brolly&apos;s'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/StJEI1RitJI/AAAAAAAAAbo/IXQA038yLHM/s72-c/Olivia+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-7942864717975353474</id><published>2009-10-08T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:53:23.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The kid'/><title type='text'>Mad about the boy...</title><content type='html'>...yes as in I'm somewhat annoyed about my son sometimes...why you ask, well for a four year old he thinks he knows it all; he knows better, does better and you have no idea what you are saying or doing, he is infinitely more better than you, period. Oh how you might laugh, but its oh so serious believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that face...say's it all really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Ss5eZxxyplI/AAAAAAAAAbg/6NG3Iofypr4/s1600-h/DSC_0036+copy1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390349600960980562" style="WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Ss5eZxxyplI/AAAAAAAAAbg/6NG3Iofypr4/s400/DSC_0036+copy1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love him so - yes, really I do, and that is something that me and the boy definitely agree on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't make me beg, but all images on this blog is copyrighted, it is illegal to steal images that ain't your's - geddit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-7942864717975353474?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/7942864717975353474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=7942864717975353474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7942864717975353474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7942864717975353474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/10/mad-about-boy.html' title='Mad about the boy...'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Ss5eZxxyplI/AAAAAAAAAbg/6NG3Iofypr4/s72-c/DSC_0036+copy1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-7919629472146412090</id><published>2009-10-05T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:25:14.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on location'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='client photosession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother-to-be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maternity photosession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Baby Blues</title><content type='html'>I had the pleasure of photographing a gorgeous mother-to-be, she had the most perfect rounded bump, and was so glowing in her pregnant form I really didn't believe she had only two weeks left until she was due, so looked so energetic looking! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her eyes were the most sparkling blue hue I've ever seen, against her strawberry blonde hair, she had the most striking features - these are my personal favourites from the session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SspjftXLTyI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_thlDkepdH0/s1600-h/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389229300506119970" style="WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SspjftXLTyI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_thlDkepdH0/s400/023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SspjgKNMyII/AAAAAAAAAbY/CILiMP8Nr3k/s1600-h/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389229308248901762" style="WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SspjgKNMyII/AAAAAAAAAbY/CILiMP8Nr3k/s400/024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SspjfV-rTPI/AAAAAAAAAbI/trZgdbG3P-E/s1600-h/012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389229294229343474" style="WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SspjfV-rTPI/AAAAAAAAAbI/trZgdbG3P-E/s400/012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-7919629472146412090?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/7919629472146412090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=7919629472146412090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7919629472146412090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7919629472146412090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/10/baby-blues.html' title='Baby Blues'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SspjftXLTyI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_thlDkepdH0/s72-c/023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-2351320082241985690</id><published>2009-09-24T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:26:24.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Sealed with a kiss</title><content type='html'>I loved being part of this wedding, I especially love it when the bride is just so unbelievably relaxed it really does set the whole scene and day, you almost feed off of it, the adrenaline that normally pumps so highly when you photograph weddings was just totally surpassed by feelings of happiness, warmth and general relaxation - and this is a WEDDING DAY, where normally those feelings do not exist! Tension, headaches, panic the lot, but no way, this wedding was so full of joy. I enjoyed it from the minute I got there, to the minute I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all I have to say is congratulations to the new Mr &amp;amp; Mrs L - you are one truly cool couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SrvxifodAEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/MNvNa3uimBg/s1600-h/075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385163354360578114" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SrvxifodAEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/MNvNa3uimBg/s400/075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All photographs are copyrighted shereebphotography it is against the law to steal any images on this site. If you do I will so hunt you down ;) and trust me I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-2351320082241985690?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/2351320082241985690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=2351320082241985690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2351320082241985690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2351320082241985690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/09/sealed-with-kiss.html' title='Sealed with a kiss'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SrvxifodAEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/MNvNa3uimBg/s72-c/075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-3540546610092439940</id><published>2009-09-22T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:42:21.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be 'that' is the question...</title><content type='html'>I have mentioned once or twice about wedding photography, how I especially love to capture the day, I have also mentioned the reasonings behind hiring a wedding photographer for your special day and how important that is for you as a client to have that 'rapport' with your photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across another wedding photographer's blog on a Q&amp;amp;A about what it means to be a wedding photographer, namely one that actually went on about the fact that your hired photographer should infact be solely working &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; as a photographer (and not a part-time hobbiest with a full-time job) and that if any photographer who does have a full-time job and do weekend weddings can't therefore be any good, or invest time in producing good work. I have to disagree slightly with that, in many ways I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; agree with what the blog post was trying to convey, but at the same time, I feel that I have seen full-time photographers whose style I would say isn't very good, or their level of committment or work ethic is terrible and yet they are full-time photographers! And yet I have seen full-time workers, fathers/mothers, who are part-time photographers who show a high level of ability and expertise to be able to photograph weddings etc. And so they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to point out at this stage that I am a prime example. I do work near enough full-time at a desk job during the weekday, but I also do portrait and wedding photography during the week and at weekends, due to times and availability I am therefore restricted to doing photography part-time at this present time. I, at some point would love to give up work to invest in being a full-time photographer, but time and constraints, plus family does not allow me at present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a struggle to become a fully fledged photographer in this day and age, namely because the availability of Digital SLRs available to every Joe Public that anyone who buys one thinks they are David Bailey, and that can be of a nuisance to say the least for the wedding photographers out there who are trying to make a decent living, but having to be side-swiped by novice photographers who think they can get a few good photos out of thousands that they have taken and that should be good enough - but it ISN'T! Disappointing to say the least, but that is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can certainly sympathise with this, in my view the small amount of experience that I have had in wanting to learn the art and craft of photography is the one thing I haven't taken to lightly in the least. I learn, research, practice, practice some more and then some, I have loved photography since I can remember. My father was a photographer (actually more of a hobbiest - he had a full-time job working in a factory doing shift work might I add back in the 70s/80s), he worked for a newspaper as a photo journalist during his weekends, covering sport and concert events at the Milton Keynes Bowl, and also loved it as a personal hobby; documenting family and holidays. I vividly remember his Canon cameras, numerous lenses, projector screen, and also the film processing being produced in the 'dark room' is what I have remembered and learnt (and admired) from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that you have to have some sort of natural ability, a 'good eye' as some people might say, ok anyone can pick up a camera (point and shoot etc) and produce a good enough photo with good colour/clarity, but to sustain that consistency with a wedding or any portrait work is another matter. I have learnt aspects of photography; ISO, aperture, shutter speed, off-camera lighting etc, you name it I'm studying it! And still learning something new everyday, like finding my own style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point of my post is that don't underestimate the full-time worker/part-time photographer scenario, as that old saying goes 'we all have to start somewhere'. I love photographing full-stop, I enjoy documenting weddings (my style is what I call photojournalistic) capturing still moments and all the other bits inbetween! So just because I don't photograph full-time doesn't entirely mean that you are short-shrifted, I photograph weddings on a weekend, post-process the day and evenings thereafter, take utmost pride and commitment to each of my clients, and thoroughly enjoy the whole process which is the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just believe that at the end of the day, whether you are a full-time or part-time photographer, the client should appreciate that they have chosen the photographer on the merits of their work/style, skills, recommendations, the ability to get on well with their chosen wedding photographer, and that above all is truly what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a final note however, please do your research, vet all photographers, ask lots of questions, it isn't worth the photographers reputation to be untruthful, and just love the photographers work, surely that's what should have caught your eye in the first place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-3540546610092439940?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/3540546610092439940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=3540546610092439940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3540546610092439940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3540546610092439940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/09/to-be-or-not-to-be-that-is-question.html' title='To be or not to be &apos;that&apos; is the question...'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-3826369815684774995</id><published>2009-09-05T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T04:52:23.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>I do!</title><content type='html'>I am sometimes asked if I 'do' weddings, yes 'I do' ('scuse the pun LOL)! But...and it's a bit of a but, I will &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; photograph weddings on a case by case basis, what I mean by that is no big affairs, I am a lone shooter, (so no second photographer etc), I wholeheartedly love to say yes to all weddings, but essentially I have to weigh up what is most important in the way in which I work. Hence my reasonings for doing small, intimate weddings, (i.e. no more that 30-40 people max) the hours still work effectively the same as in a 'big do', but the whole affair will justifiably make the process more beneficial to you as a client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I review weddings that I also feel that the client and I are on the same wavelength, I believe above all you have to feel comfortable with your photographer; know what they are offering, love all aspects of their style, (obviously that would have drawn you to them in the first place), and for these reasons I only photograph a handful of weddings a year, (I know of some photographers who have a wedding on near enough every day of the weekend! I have no idea how they do it, but kudos to them), the amount of post-production after the wedding is something that I take great care and attention to, so this inevitably takes patience and time. I however think this shows great level of commitment, as clients you definitely can relate to, to plan a wedding takes time and a definite level of complete commitment (!), so let me offer the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a further note, my style for weddings is photojournalistic - I will record the day from when the bride gets herself ready in the morning prior to the ceremony, then I will leave to go and get a few shots of the groom and best man, and (with authorisation from the registrar or priest) take photographs during the ceremony, signing of the register, and then as the day unfolds. Groups photographs are normally requested, and then I take the bride and groom off on their own prior to their sit-down meal in and around the venue to get some intimate shots of just the both of them. After the first dance/cutting of the cake is done, that is when I normally retire from the party to let you enjoy the rest of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SqJ3n2uppLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Szx5WOARCik/s1600-h/A%26E047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377992431623578802" style="WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SqJ3n2uppLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Szx5WOARCik/s400/A%26E047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-3826369815684774995?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/3826369815684774995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=3826369815684774995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3826369815684774995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3826369815684774995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/09/i-do.html' title='I do!'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SqJ3n2uppLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Szx5WOARCik/s72-c/A%26E047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-8932259362825906383</id><published>2009-09-05T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T06:06:26.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France Football Kit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The kid'/><title type='text'>The next chapter</title><content type='html'>The kid had his last day at nursery yesterday, four years of being able to play, socialise and learn and now he will be going to the next chapter in his early years - Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he left for nursery the assistants presented us with a folder to commemorate his whole four years there, looking at the early stages, complete with photographic evidence, it was really strange to see him as such a young baby, and then progressing each year onwards, it was such a lovely keepsake which I hope he'll enjoy when he's older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is however looking forward to going to 'big' school as he calls it, his first two weeks will consist of half day introductions, and then he'll officially be going full-time to school. I am anxious as well as excited, but I cannot think too much about every little detail of what if's etc, I have to let him pave the way, its all up to him now that he learns, appreciates the early years of school but even at this early stage I hope that whatever he decides to do for his future, he does it to the best of his ability, and to grow with confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I can't post without a photo, here is the kid in his full France football kit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SqJeCWaEPeI/AAAAAAAAAas/3md-4IMg1C0/s1600-h/4-3-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377964299501452770" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SqJeCWaEPeI/AAAAAAAAAas/3md-4IMg1C0/s400/4-3-2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-8932259362825906383?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/8932259362825906383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=8932259362825906383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8932259362825906383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8932259362825906383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/09/next-chapter.html' title='The next chapter'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SqJeCWaEPeI/AAAAAAAAAas/3md-4IMg1C0/s72-c/4-3-2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-1652542353985487257</id><published>2009-08-22T04:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T05:02:10.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on location'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='client photosession'/><title type='text'>Just enjoy the moment</title><content type='html'>I would say most of my clients are very nervous about having their photographs taken, they're not too sure what to expect, how to react and most of how how to act infront of the camera, this is where I think the photographer's job is to make their clients feel comfortable. Obviously within reason the client is open to suggestions and more or less feel almost relaxed and actually enjoy it within the first quarter of an hour! I think the majority of clients are worried about hang-ups, these could vary in terms of 'love handles' showing, don't like profile shots etc, but I always try and tackle these 'hang-ups' in a way that is flattering, I above all know how it is to feel about having something I physically hate showing up in a photograph, but because of this and with knowing what the client wants is crucial to me getting it right in camera. All my clients actually tell me, oh I hate close-ups, and what do I do - I don't listen and do close-ups (LOL!) not that I dismiss what my clients say, its just that I want to give them an opportunity to see how I can change their minds about certain things, and nine times out of ten it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example my recent client hated close-ups, she had major hang-ups despite her being in her forties, she had a gorgeous figure, beautiful hair and stunning features, I just thought if she thinks she's less than pefect that spare a thought for us mere mortals. But I found out later that she was always bullied from childhood, (I told her that those people were just jealous) and that she had nothing to worry about, she really got into the session and she was very pleased with her photographs, especially the close-up one I did of her! Look at the photographs and decide for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/So_fWw7pCRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/F8mbd_aWUiw/s1600-h/4-56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372758462661462290" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/So_fWw7pCRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/F8mbd_aWUiw/s400/4-56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/So_gFDriZoI/AAAAAAAAAX0/FVvOFG91lC8/s1600-h/4-64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372759257968174722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/So_gFDriZoI/AAAAAAAAAX0/FVvOFG91lC8/s400/4-64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/So_gFaf3whI/AAAAAAAAAX8/_Fw0KwA3vtY/s1600-h/4-71+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372759264093258258" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/So_gFaf3whI/AAAAAAAAAX8/_Fw0KwA3vtY/s400/4-71+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/So_gF2tdqJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/pNEgEtbpwXw/s1600-h/4-92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372759271666460818" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/So_gF2tdqJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/pNEgEtbpwXw/s400/4-92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-1652542353985487257?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/1652542353985487257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=1652542353985487257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1652542353985487257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1652542353985487257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/08/just-enjoy-moment.html' title='Just enjoy the moment'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/So_fWw7pCRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/F8mbd_aWUiw/s72-c/4-56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-1394662687016957930</id><published>2009-08-22T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T05:02:53.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eclipse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Dawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristen Stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Lautner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>More new sneak peeks</title><content type='html'>I found this video link to new sneak peeks for the New Moon movie coming out later this year, just watching this small teaser I was getting really anxious to see it, it's looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.hitfix.com/services/player/bcpid1861161894?bctid=34318923001"&gt;http://video.hitfix.com/services/player/bcpid1861161894?bctid=34318923001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the link and decide for yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-1394662687016957930?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/1394662687016957930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=1394662687016957930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1394662687016957930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1394662687016957930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/08/more-new-sneak-peaks.html' title='More new sneak peeks'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-6233990111720064308</id><published>2009-08-07T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T05:03:22.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>I got it!</title><content type='html'>Yay, I finally got a cute shot of my little man, as I have blogged on numerous occasions he pulls faces to try and stop me from taking photographs of him, but it never works, but yes finally he pulls out all the stops and gives me a 'normal' photograph of him, smiling in all his glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SnwzZipdcZI/AAAAAAAAAXk/PIi0TijAY9E/s1600-h/3796457566_c4cbcfc4b0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367221369809236370" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SnwzZipdcZI/AAAAAAAAAXk/PIi0TijAY9E/s400/3796457566_c4cbcfc4b0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-6233990111720064308?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/6233990111720064308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=6233990111720064308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6233990111720064308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6233990111720064308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/08/i-got-it.html' title='I got it!'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SnwzZipdcZI/AAAAAAAAAXk/PIi0TijAY9E/s72-c/3796457566_c4cbcfc4b0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-2792812035063271303</id><published>2009-08-03T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T05:03:38.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The kid'/><title type='text'>Pull a face</title><content type='html'>Did I ever tell you about the fact that my kid hates (and that is a very strong word) having his photograph taken, oh yeah I did (about a billionth time ;P) anyways, he so does, so anytime I try he pulls a face thinking that would put me off, but disappointingly for him...no. This is one of the faces he pulled, he's still adorable though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sncl_ukX0cI/AAAAAAAAAXc/o_1ewOjYJl4/s1600-h/3781685791_abdf018b66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365799257797808578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sncl_ukX0cI/AAAAAAAAAXc/o_1ewOjYJl4/s400/3781685791_abdf018b66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-2792812035063271303?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/2792812035063271303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=2792812035063271303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2792812035063271303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2792812035063271303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/08/pull-face.html' title='Pull a face'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sncl_ukX0cI/AAAAAAAAAXc/o_1ewOjYJl4/s72-c/3781685791_abdf018b66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-530054117637398652</id><published>2009-07-23T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T05:04:12.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eclipse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Dawn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristen Stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Lautner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; 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       &lt;embed src="'http://twilightthemovie.com/ecard_widget/twilight_widget.swf'" quality="'high'" bgcolor="'#000000'" width="'385'" height="'500'" name="'Twilight" align="'middle'" allowscriptaccess="'sameDomain'" allowfullscreen="'false'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" pluginspage="'http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to give it a blog post all of its own, because I loooove Twilight, the movie, the books (I have read all of them I have to add...yes all FOUR books, read in ONE weekend (!), how is that for commitment) and now, the new sequel to the Twilight series; New Moon will be premiering in November! Yay! I am literally counting down the days to when it comes out. But for now I have to make do with the awesome New Moon official website and well just watching the trailer teaser, oh I so can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-530054117637398652?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/530054117637398652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=530054117637398652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/530054117637398652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/530054117637398652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-7015897758956248431</id><published>2009-07-14T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T05:04:29.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Tweet, Tweet, Too Woo</title><content type='html'>I have finally succumbed to the world of Twitter so follow me if you want to on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ShereeB78"&gt;http://twitter.com/ShereeB78&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-7015897758956248431?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/7015897758956248431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=7015897758956248431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7015897758956248431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7015897758956248431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/07/tweet-tweet-too-woo.html' title='Tweet, Tweet, Too Woo'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-2327768155680514018</id><published>2009-07-14T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:56:20.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream a dream</title><content type='html'>I had a really strange dream last night, I dreamt about my grandmother (she died over 2 years ago) and it was the first time that I've ever dreamt about her (well knowingly) and remembering all the details. Basically I was in her old home in her kitchen, I pulled out a middle drawer and it was just filled with envelopes all sealed but addressed to me, I opened one and in it contained A4 letters, all handwritten in her writing, I then started crying, reading the letters - I can't remember word for word what they said, but along the lines of "I'm so sorry it has taken so long to contact you" and "I have tried so hard to get through" it was really telling and in another part of the dream, my grandmother and I were walking in the glorious sunshine, she walking with a wooden stick (she did own one but never used it) and she leads me to an alleyway and on the side is a small patch of grass, in the middle it looks like one of those ponds that someone's filled in and its overgrown with grass, but it was neat and it had remnants of stones built in and she stops and circles the area with her wooden stick and looks at me and smiles. Then I woke up...weird huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-2327768155680514018?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/2327768155680514018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=2327768155680514018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2327768155680514018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2327768155680514018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/07/i-dream-dream.html' title='I dream a dream'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-2734171593042246213</id><published>2009-06-14T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:10:47.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just the beginning...</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been posting a lot of the 'beginning' of the wedding details recently, I'll be doing them in various stages of the wedding that I have recently featured in future blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let you know how I 'work' when I do weddings, my usual request is to visit the bride an hour or so before the ceremony starts, this gives me the time I need to photograph the bride getting ready; so I photograph the little details (as I have continually mentioned before, (shoes, dress, rings, bouquet, etc)) then having their hair and make-up done, getting into their dress, a few portrait poses with them and their bouquet, then photos with their mum or whoever is there at the time. Then I leave generally half an hour to get to the church, catpure the groom and best man etc, and then it goes on from there. I obviously discuss all plans with the bride and groom beforehand, who they would like in the group shots etc, any special requirements, this is all done in consultations before the wedding ever gets underway, I find that most enquiries are done at least a year or so with their chosen date, so everything is planned well in advance. I even had a booking in July of 2008 for their wedding in August 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I like to post with photos here is another look at some recent 'beginnings' shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjUR0QW-ZqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/21_Ziki12QI/s1600-h/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347199722014533282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjUR0QW-ZqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/21_Ziki12QI/s400/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjUR0uuGCNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/8EZIzhW-uJQ/s1600-h/Untitled_Panorama2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347199730164566226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjUR0uuGCNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/8EZIzhW-uJQ/s400/Untitled_Panorama2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-2734171593042246213?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/2734171593042246213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=2734171593042246213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2734171593042246213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2734171593042246213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/06/its-just-beginning.html' title='It&apos;s just the beginning...'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjUR0QW-ZqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/21_Ziki12QI/s72-c/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-5745936922133287974</id><published>2009-06-13T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T04:41:12.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The finer details</title><content type='html'>I told you I had a 'thing' for details, what can I say...look at those stunning aquablue earrings, aren't they gorgeous. I love the Amanda Wakeley dress, it is a two-piece; bodice with intricate beads and a sweet little flower 'brooch' attached to it, it has a mermaid skirt with a stunning mermaid train, utt-er-ly gor-geous. Anyway, let the photographs speak for themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjOPt-cR6WI/AAAAAAAAAWk/6tFoXytic0o/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346775202637408610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjOPt-cR6WI/AAAAAAAAAWk/6tFoXytic0o/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjOPuDQjkEI/AAAAAAAAAW0/gvSKQLpQjPM/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346775203930411074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjOPuDQjkEI/AAAAAAAAAW0/gvSKQLpQjPM/s400/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjOPuIgBOVI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Iomm3_-EK8I/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346775205337446738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjOPuIgBOVI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Iomm3_-EK8I/s400/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjOPup2ovfI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fGNR8PShkTw/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346775214290681330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjOPup2ovfI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fGNR8PShkTw/s400/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjOPud6viAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/d7hbS4zXNeE/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346775211086678018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjOPud6viAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/d7hbS4zXNeE/s400/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-5745936922133287974?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/5745936922133287974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=5745936922133287974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/5745936922133287974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/5745936922133287974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/06/finer-details.html' title='The finer details'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjOPt-cR6WI/AAAAAAAAAWk/6tFoXytic0o/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-1121982705866181165</id><published>2009-06-12T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:33:05.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring my bell, Ring my bell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'm a huge fan of Enrique Iglesias what can I say? (The title of this is one of his songs if you don't quite get what I'm on about LOL!) so anyway, I don't think they'll be any chance of him getting a ring on my finger, (and I'm married now so...outta luck there buddy ;P) these rings are just something aren't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjLJgniIbFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/NBtU9Df-ewE/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346557269847338066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjLJgniIbFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/NBtU9Df-ewE/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-1121982705866181165?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/1121982705866181165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=1121982705866181165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1121982705866181165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1121982705866181165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/06/ring-my-bell-ring-my-bell.html' title='Ring my bell, Ring my bell'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjLJgniIbFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/NBtU9Df-ewE/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-2540619135511731927</id><published>2009-06-12T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:27:32.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in the details</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjLH9UqeMBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/D5fGxcRri7k/s1600-h/Untitled_Panorama4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346555563974995986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjLH9UqeMBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/D5fGxcRri7k/s400/Untitled_Panorama4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjLH9IdN7oI/AAAAAAAAAVk/hN3wYos3uEU/s1600-h/Untitled_Panorama3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346555560698179202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjLH9IdN7oI/AAAAAAAAAVk/hN3wYos3uEU/s400/Untitled_Panorama3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a stickler for little details, I like to look at small touches that some people probably never acknowledge or care to know, I'm pretty observant when it matters. I look at shoes, the inside of peoples front rooms when they don't have any curtains (well, why not?!) I'm looking for inspiration - decor, doesn't anyone, ok, ok, I'm just nosey! Anyway, I love details I think its important, especially on your wedding day, when everything goes by in a fleeting moment, let me capture the smallest details to be remembered for always - oh gawd, that sounds corny, I'll stop now...;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjLH8hjJ-PI/AAAAAAAAAVU/iMZ4ieQcjrk/s1600-h/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346555550254102770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjLH8hjJ-PI/AAAAAAAAAVU/iMZ4ieQcjrk/s400/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjLH82glVDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/JEKO5yfHbC8/s1600-h/Untitled_Panorama2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346555555880457266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjLH82glVDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/JEKO5yfHbC8/s400/Untitled_Panorama2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-2540619135511731927?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/2540619135511731927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=2540619135511731927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2540619135511731927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2540619135511731927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/06/its-all-in-details.html' title='It&apos;s all in the details'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SjLH9UqeMBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/D5fGxcRri7k/s72-c/Untitled_Panorama4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-6994821315089608139</id><published>2009-05-25T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:02:50.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A 'flare' for photographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/ShrPABf-n1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/kVQf5FSQ7T8/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339807907510656850" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/ShrPABf-n1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/kVQf5FSQ7T8/s400/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry couldn't resist that title to sum up this post. I took some photographs of my mother in the 'golden light' I like to call it, late in the afternoon when the sun is just beginning to set. I always aim to get some 'flare' in the photos that I am taking when the light is like this, I love a bit of flare in my photographs (a lot of people don't 'get it') but I like the extra addition! It actually harps back to the days when I used to get my film processed from the lab and they would put all these stickers on the relevant photos to reflect that having the flare in the pic was a grave error on my part and to make sure I don't make that 'mistake' again - I used to get bummed about that! But now I purposely add it, and so if you do get photographs with a certain flare in your proofing gallery please be rest assured that I know what I'm doing and its MEANT to be like that! LOL! Anyway now do you get the picture (?)...sorry enough with the duff puns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/ShrOBuTNVwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2XbgwIb2eq8/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339806837204932354" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/ShrOBuTNVwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2XbgwIb2eq8/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-6994821315089608139?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/6994821315089608139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=6994821315089608139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6994821315089608139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6994821315089608139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/05/flare-for-photographs.html' title='A &apos;flare&apos; for photographs'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/ShrPABf-n1I/AAAAAAAAAVM/kVQf5FSQ7T8/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-6253648148594452820</id><published>2009-05-11T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:51:51.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not impressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kid is never impressed when I get the camera out of the bag, his face almost contorts in a way that say's 'oh my god, what's up with that' he just looks at me and say's 'no pictures' in a sweet but lay off it kinda way. I can't help but feel a little dejected because being a photographer I just want to take photos...of...my...gorgeous...little...baby. I don't ever force the issue with him as that isn't the way to go about things and to a four year old boy having a lens pointed in his face is not exciting in slightest. I think he's only been accommodating (as in he instigates wanting to have his photo taken) ummm about twice in the whole entire time I've been photographing. If only he knew that this whole 'pictures' thing as he calls it is to document his growing-up stages and he will love me for it when he gets older and has to show his grandkids the resemblance to them when he was that age...or maybe he'll be sworn off photographs for life now LOL! Anyhoo, I guess I'll have to find myself another model whose willing to have a camera lens pointed at them and be happy about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SgiOI2NLtOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bTIdpa0QY7g/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SgiPzpY1S5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/PURB7OofkNY/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334671876066462610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SgiPzpY1S5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/PURB7OofkNY/s400/s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-6253648148594452820?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/6253648148594452820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=6253648148594452820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6253648148594452820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6253648148594452820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/05/not-impressed.html' title='Not impressed'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SgiPzpY1S5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/PURB7OofkNY/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-4842395725664790934</id><published>2009-05-10T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:25:35.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The next generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As my kid is nearer to starting school for the first time later on this year my thoughts often turn to 'what will his path lead him to?' The wonderment of youth; will he get on at school, make friends, enemies, be sociable, continue to strive for what he believes in, have principles, be confident...? The list goes on, I think all I can wish for that we as parents teach him as best as we can, be there when he needs us and more importantly continue to provide him with whatever he needs (within moderation!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sgc4JivysbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/s5w_Khwm-Cw/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334294020240880050" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sgc4JivysbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/s5w_Khwm-Cw/s400/s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-4842395725664790934?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/4842395725664790934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=4842395725664790934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/4842395725664790934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/4842395725664790934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/05/next-generation.html' title='The next generation'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sgc4JivysbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/s5w_Khwm-Cw/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-6215301347695549116</id><published>2009-05-09T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T05:04:16.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food glorious food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My kid loves his food, I am not lying when I say this but from the moment he was born he fed very well and continues to do so up until now. I clearly remember the time when he was being fed solids at a few months old, I couldn't get the spoon in fast enough, as he was completely focussed on getting that next spoonful of food. I like the fact that he isn't fussy and will literally try anything once, that I think is rare sometimes, as I have many mother's whose children are so incredibly fussy with what they do and don't eat I do count myself lucky that up until now he has been adventurous with his food, I know this could change in later years, but for now I can at least say my cooking is good enough that he want's to eat it. Although I must admit I do a mean Roast dinner, I think I must take after my grandfather for that one, he was the King of Roast Dinners!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SgVxJZSiNTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/GWodeOqT52k/s1600-h/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333793739911607602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SgVxJZSiNTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/GWodeOqT52k/s400/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-6215301347695549116?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/6215301347695549116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=6215301347695549116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6215301347695549116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6215301347695549116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/05/food-glorious-food.html' title='Food glorious food'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SgVxJZSiNTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/GWodeOqT52k/s72-c/Untitled_Panorama1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-1916880302709644339</id><published>2009-05-06T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:12:57.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In yer face...mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My kid turned four...FOUR...years old last Friday...OMG, where has that time gone, my precious ickle baby is well not so ickle anymore, he's a little man, that talks (alot), eats (alot) and wants...alot...he does make me laugh ALOT so when he's having a 'moment' alls forgiven when he say's something so unexpected it catches me off guard and I just can't help but laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SgHvNCdKt2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/RcbCdqMEO2g/s1600-h/LB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332806441059923810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SgHvNCdKt2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/RcbCdqMEO2g/s400/LB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-1916880302709644339?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/1916880302709644339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=1916880302709644339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1916880302709644339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1916880302709644339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/05/in-yer-facemama.html' title='In yer face...mama'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SgHvNCdKt2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/RcbCdqMEO2g/s72-c/LB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-7537155002735141760</id><published>2009-05-06T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:07:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, long time no see..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My how I've been missing in action of late posting on my blog, tut tut! Oh well, what can I say I lead a busy life LOL! Anyhoo, hope you peeps are well and not melting away in this heatwave we've been having lately - HEATWAVE - (I hear you cry) WHAT HEATWAVE? Exactly...where is our summer, I desperately NEED sun, a glowing tan and to wear flowing dresses and put some sexy sandals on...urgh its not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SgHt7yp9TbI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Hdu2fafIHt8/s1600-h/DSC_0041+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332805045249199538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SgHt7yp9TbI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Hdu2fafIHt8/s400/DSC_0041+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-7537155002735141760?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/7537155002735141760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=7537155002735141760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7537155002735141760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7537155002735141760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/05/hello-long-time-no-see.html' title='Hello, long time no see..'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SgHt7yp9TbI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Hdu2fafIHt8/s72-c/DSC_0041+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-8516647999210727270</id><published>2009-03-24T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:08:05.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's my gorgeous hubby's birthday today - it's a bit of hectic month for us, in that we celebrate our wedding anniversary a few days before and then its my birthday a few days after his, so its allsort of mixed into one big celebration for us. But I wish him the very best of everything on his birthday and that I love him very much. Happy Birthday hun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Scj3OXph0xI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nbqgT1_NrXc/s1600-h/DSC_0018+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316771186349298450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Scj3OXph0xI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nbqgT1_NrXc/s400/DSC_0018+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-8516647999210727270?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/8516647999210727270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=8516647999210727270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8516647999210727270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8516647999210727270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/03/happy-birthday-hubby.html' title='Happy Birthday Hubby'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Scj3OXph0xI/AAAAAAAAAUE/nbqgT1_NrXc/s72-c/DSC_0018+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-5302769008271421126</id><published>2009-03-22T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:36:28.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys and their Toys</title><content type='html'>My son has an extremely embarrassing amount of toys, for a (nearly) four year old boy he has accumulated a vast amount that really its too much, for one he doesn't play with every toy, he goes through phases on which he chooses as his favourites. The big stars at the moment is anything Power Rangers, Transformers, Ben 10: Alien Force and that is enough to keep up with, (there was Cars; Lightning McQueen etc, and that was a &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; amount of cars to collect, believe me) between all those said three toys, they must border on at least 50+ characters between them...honestly these toy manufacturers know how to plug those merchandise - these kids just rake it all in and then bother us parents to buy the lot, including getting the t-shirt. My kid is also into Lazytown, ok its quite a good learning programme, and my kid can now do press-ups (even one handed!) and sit-ups, and does the dance sequence at the end - he has the moves down-pat. I seriously wonder though what next...he actually thinks Thomas is for babies now, so that has literally gone off the rails ('scuse the pun) I think Spiderman, Hulk and Iron Man is slightly edging its way - he's already a big fan of the films, he has them all on DVD - I wish though that we had a never-ending bottomless money pit, but we don't and this I spell is just the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/ScaE3MDblVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7bE-ppl7lvU/s1600-h/DSC_0313+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316082493820736850" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/ScaE3MDblVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7bE-ppl7lvU/s400/DSC_0313+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A posting of an old photo - he has hair!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-5302769008271421126?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/5302769008271421126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=5302769008271421126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/5302769008271421126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/5302769008271421126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/03/boys-and-their-toys.html' title='Boys and their Toys'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/ScaE3MDblVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/7bE-ppl7lvU/s72-c/DSC_0313+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-2025580428845588897</id><published>2009-03-21T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:23:46.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In remembrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/ScVardE_pwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/U4vKWAxCtec/s1600-h/DSC_0012+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315754637767190274" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/ScVardE_pwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/U4vKWAxCtec/s400/DSC_0012+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my grandmother Rose, [1914-2007] I miss you more each day, not being able to talk to you and seeing you still feels very strange. I still think that I can just pick up the phone to dial your number, or take a ride in the car to see you and at forgetful times I always think this is still possible, but I have to remind myself that is not the case. I don't feel sad as much as I used to, as life does go on, and I know that you are in a better place, and hopefully looking down at me, probably worrying as you always did, and wondering why on earth I cut my long hair, and loving the fact that you did get to see me get married and have my first child, and more so the fact that your other wish of knowing that my father and I are now talking, all those things coupled together is what I know is so typical you and I'm proud to know you that well! Oh and yes, I will let everyone know you send your love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-2025580428845588897?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/2025580428845588897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=2025580428845588897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2025580428845588897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2025580428845588897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/03/in-remembrance.html' title='In remembrance'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/ScVardE_pwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/U4vKWAxCtec/s72-c/DSC_0012+copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-6806236254448423125</id><published>2009-03-21T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:32:27.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I swear my son has grown another two inches overnight, I put some trousers on him this morning and they are like ankle swingers, I am positively certain that they fitted him perfectly a couple of days ago. Well I guess its to be expected, kids do grow up at some stage, sometimes I do think too quickly (and that is generically speaking), my kid will be starting school for the first time this year, and its quite impossible to believe that time has come for him to experience the start of many things when he does start, I remember my very first day at school and it wasn't a pleasant experience, I did not want to leave my mother was all I could think about, no ideas why really that I can recall, I was being asked to do was just leave her and follow the teacher, and it frightened me that I was being left somewhere that was completely alien to me and I wouldn't see her again, things you remember I guess...it didn't help that I was an extremely shy child, (being an only child, my only company was my mother up until I started first school), my own kid on the other hand is the complete opposite in every way, which is a good thing. His imagination is just amazing and he takes everything in, always going at a hundred miles an hour and never, ever stops questioning, talking, and just generally being a typical child, and I get to learn something new about him every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/ScUWhyO5nkI/AAAAAAAAATs/IdmAbcts6s8/s1600-h/DSC_0005+copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315679704856501826" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/ScUWhyO5nkI/AAAAAAAAATs/IdmAbcts6s8/s400/DSC_0005+copy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-6806236254448423125?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/6806236254448423125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=6806236254448423125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6806236254448423125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6806236254448423125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/03/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/ScUWhyO5nkI/AAAAAAAAATs/IdmAbcts6s8/s72-c/DSC_0005+copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-8782333829725650986</id><published>2009-03-18T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:51:01.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun is shining...</title><content type='html'>...and doesn't it just lift your mood no end! Well it did for my little boy, even to the point that he actually asked me to take his photograph (I actually asked him to repeat that) as I didn't think I'd heard correctly, as he never EVER asks me to take his photograph, so I didn't need asking twice! It has been absolutely gorgeous though on the weather front so far this week and I just hope it continues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/ScFdw0s9oLI/AAAAAAAAATk/3Cb05eBYH6Q/s1600-h/DSC_0039+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314632128636231858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/ScFdw0s9oLI/AAAAAAAAATk/3Cb05eBYH6Q/s400/DSC_0039+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely off topic - of late I just feel out of sync with myself, everyone around me, in everything that I do, I don't know why, maybe the planets are out of alignment (?) sorry, couldn't resist saying that one...;P anyhoo, just things that happen that I just don't understand why or how, and then feel overdramatic about things and go all 'why me', well maybe not that extreme...just silly little things, like for instance today at work, I had to go and set up some equipment for a meeting being held later on in the afternoon, I was carrying some heavy-loaded equipment on my own and struggled to get up the stairs with it, so piled into a small lift to take me to the first floor, and then the doors opened and I was faced with a room full of people quietly listening to someone talk...I just had one of those 'oh great' moments, and the thing was people knew I was struggling but didn't feel like MOVING OUT OF THE DAMN WAY! I actually had to (in a quiet voice as I could muster as to not completely disturb the whole room) ask people to 'excuse me' so I could go out the door as fast as I could, I just so wanted to get out of there! Now this might not seem 'major' in the grand scheme of things, but still these thing's 'happened' and it always seem to involve me in it...ok I'm rambling now, but you get the gist of the kind of thing I'm just niggled with day in day out! I just have to laugh things off but I just have to shake my head sometimes...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-8782333829725650986?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/8782333829725650986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=8782333829725650986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8782333829725650986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8782333829725650986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/03/sun-is-shining.html' title='The sun is shining...'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/ScFdw0s9oLI/AAAAAAAAATk/3Cb05eBYH6Q/s72-c/DSC_0039+copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-1158487300856783507</id><published>2009-03-03T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:09:03.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long and the VERY short of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kid was long overdue a haircut, we wanted to grow it, in that 'cool-kid-with-long-hair' kind of way, but it was in that inbetween stage which just made it look messy, so...we decided to shave it all off, and boy did we go to town on it, we lopped the lot off and I can't get over how short it is! I'm surprised he let us do it to be honest (although a bribe of having a toy might have had something to do with it ;P) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually think it looks very cool, practical and make him look so much older, where has my baby gone! We did an impromptu photosession today, to show off the new 'do' - he actually only just been to the docs for his pre-school booster and he was such a brave little lad just sitting on my lap looking bewildered wondering what the woman with the funny thing in her hand was doing. We tentively told him about it beforehand and so he knew what was to be expected, but I was so anxious to get it over and done with for him, but he was really good bless him, and he was given a choice of different chocolates and a sticker from the nurse - hmmm I never got this special treatment when I was a little girl...my how times have changed eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, these were the photographs from our little mini-session, doesn't he look so gorgeous and all grown-up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sa2cCKy5tbI/AAAAAAAAAS4/19dLLeKOTM8/s1600-h/Luc+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309071096811206066" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sa2cCKy5tbI/AAAAAAAAAS4/19dLLeKOTM8/s400/Luc+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sa2cCBzhmsI/AAAAAAAAATA/OPySXfkcmC0/s1600-h/Luc+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309071094397901506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sa2cCBzhmsI/AAAAAAAAATA/OPySXfkcmC0/s400/Luc+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sa2cCAT-4FI/AAAAAAAAATI/uBoqSL_N1_8/s1600-h/Luc+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309071093997166674" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sa2cCAT-4FI/AAAAAAAAATI/uBoqSL_N1_8/s400/Luc+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-1158487300856783507?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/1158487300856783507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=1158487300856783507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1158487300856783507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1158487300856783507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/03/long-and-very-short-of-it.html' title='The long and the VERY short of it'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/Sa2cCKy5tbI/AAAAAAAAAS4/19dLLeKOTM8/s72-c/Luc+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-800074650621472467</id><published>2009-02-22T12:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:21:24.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A star in the making</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had the pleasure of photographing an up and coming songstress. Miss S who shy of sixteen is a talent, she has a wonderful singing voice, distinctive but very classic, I can definitely see this little lady making it big, watch this space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SaGzsLYfU9I/AAAAAAAAASg/j_FejkkeQbM/s1600-h/DSC_0225+copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305719407570277330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SaGzsLYfU9I/AAAAAAAAASg/j_FejkkeQbM/s400/DSC_0225+copy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-800074650621472467?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/800074650621472467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=800074650621472467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/800074650621472467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/800074650621472467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/02/star-in-making.html' title='A star in the making'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SaGzsLYfU9I/AAAAAAAAASg/j_FejkkeQbM/s72-c/DSC_0225+copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-7544523689340229467</id><published>2009-02-06T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T03:45:10.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SYwirU3Pz_I/AAAAAAAAASY/OT_Xm4F24pM/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299648989238382578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SYwirU3Pz_I/AAAAAAAAASY/OT_Xm4F24pM/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, I'm back! Sorry for neglecting my blog posts of late, since before Christmas is has been non-stop. I can't believe we're into February already! This week especially has been a non-starter for me and the rest of the country! We've had the worst snow fall here for 18 years, it has been so trecherous on the roads and it hasn't been safe on the roads to go out into work - plus my son's nursery (as most of them and schools) have been closed on and off over the past few days here. So my son and I have been having snow day's in at home. Anyway the kid and I took time out together to get some photos in, as I haven't had a chance to photograph him of late, he doesn't like the camera all that much! But we had fun yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SYwiFVuv-4I/AAAAAAAAASI/hyAEZkGAq4U/s1600-h/Luc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299648336636148610" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SYwiFVuv-4I/AAAAAAAAASI/hyAEZkGAq4U/s400/Luc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SYwiWXR-qII/AAAAAAAAASQ/VZEKBIbc_JA/s1600-h/Luc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299648629110122626" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SYwiWXR-qII/AAAAAAAAASQ/VZEKBIbc_JA/s400/Luc4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-7544523689340229467?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/7544523689340229467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=7544523689340229467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7544523689340229467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7544523689340229467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2009/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SYwirU3Pz_I/AAAAAAAAASY/OT_Xm4F24pM/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-8955658681052330481</id><published>2008-12-14T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T05:30:11.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SUWFLgu1V_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/sgQTgmJ6nys/s1600-h/3106709283_7b59d9c616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279772570973198322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SUWFLgu1V_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/sgQTgmJ6nys/s400/3106709283_7b59d9c616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I forget I'd like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas - as I will forget amidst this chaos leading up to the day! ;P We have the family around again this Christmas, so as usual my hubby and I shall be upto the eyeballs in getting the dinner prepared - but amongst all the goings on I actually love having everyone around, as a child (an only child at that) I envisioned a life of huge family gatherings, as it was only ever my mum, dad and grandmother at Christmas and that was it, as all my other friends and family had brother and sisters and the rest of the clan, so I guess its my way of making up in terms of having special times like this at Christmas to have everyone close to me round to celebrate! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So peeps, again have a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year 2009!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-8955658681052330481?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/8955658681052330481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=8955658681052330481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8955658681052330481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8955658681052330481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SUWFLgu1V_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/sgQTgmJ6nys/s72-c/3106709283_7b59d9c616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-3053042653871534804</id><published>2008-12-14T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:45:32.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new direction</title><content type='html'>My mind has been brewing lately with new ideas. I love all things creative and I thrive on thinking up new ways in which to take my thinking and passion for photography further. I started this journey nearly a year ago when I purchased my first DSLR. I always knew in my heart that I wanted to do something creative, personal and ever progressing, and I think I've found it in photography. I find my day's filled with what next...and I just feel that each day I learn something new, and I'm hoping that my future within photography will continue to evolve in my everyday learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SUWDYwybwXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zA7fIE5ufpc/s1600-h/3107537344_b7def08dd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279770599598309746" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SUWDYwybwXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zA7fIE5ufpc/s400/3107537344_b7def08dd7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I want to venture more into maternity and newborn photography, two of the most exciting and intimate times that I feel should be captured on camera forever. I love photographing mothers-to-be, some revel in their all, being pregnant and glowing, and I want to capture that time. As with newborns the fact that when they are all in their smooshy and curled up self (as they would have been in the womb) is something that should also be remembered, as babies (as we all know) grow up so very, very quickly. I have added a new blog to go alongside my website and this blog to separate my newborn and mother-to-be postings. This is to solely concentrate on clients who book for newborn sessions where I can post their 'sneak peek' teasers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-3053042653871534804?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/3053042653871534804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=3053042653871534804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3053042653871534804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3053042653871534804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/12/new-direction.html' title='A new direction'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SUWDYwybwXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zA7fIE5ufpc/s72-c/3107537344_b7def08dd7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-1082462475102346154</id><published>2008-11-29T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T07:50:50.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes Wide Shut</title><content type='html'>Recent events in the national newspaper has made me think how lucky I was growing up as a child, how my son is somewhat spoilt, but very well looked after, and how much love we have for him...but other's are not so lucky. The newspaper reports spanning the last few weeks has been about a little 17 month old boy named 'Baby P' from Haringey in London. Baby P (as he is named in the trial case) died from numerous injuries by his mother's boyfriend and a lodger over a year long period of time, injuries that you cannot in your life comprehend to inflict on a defenceless little boy. The social services, doctors, you name it failed this small boy in being able to save him from his monstrosity of a 'family' that he was born into. The story broke my heart in several places, I was choked reading the injuries he endured, and his plight has stayed with me to this day. It has sparked a major petition in the name of 'Baby P' to sack the people involved in his 'care'. I still fail to understand how so many people were witness to Baby P but failed to spot the signs - there were plenty. Moreover I cannot believe the 'mother' (although I don't think she deserves that title) could have let her boyfriend do what he did to her son and to live in the situation that they did. I dread to think how many other children are in the same situation as Baby P in this world, that lie undetected by society. Baby P has a name and now his 'legacy' will live on in many people's hearts here in England. His death will hopefully make a difference to other's in the future, but I very much doubt it. Baby P is now at peace. God rest his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/STFkYnGUuWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wz2oONbAWms/s1600-h/DSC_0080+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274107012602706274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/STFkYnGUuWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wz2oONbAWms/s400/DSC_0080+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-1082462475102346154?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/1082462475102346154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=1082462475102346154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1082462475102346154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1082462475102346154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/11/eyes-wide-shut.html' title='Eyes Wide Shut'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/STFkYnGUuWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wz2oONbAWms/s72-c/DSC_0080+copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-6121802170552232745</id><published>2008-11-24T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:52:09.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Cutie Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had the pleasure of photographing a dear friend of mine and her family. I love, love, love her and her family - how close they all are and they are such fun to be around. No less her grandchildren, both were such a joy to photograph. No less from little Miss T especially, who instantly looks at the camera and smiles, such a sweetheart. I took so many photographs and I thoroughly enjoyed my time capturing their play and homelife. This one in particular of the session I loved, maybe because I love the 'pop' of colour from her adorable coat! Nope, it has to be her look of joy being up there on her grandad's shoulders, she looks positively beaming! Bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SSxlbJnw03I/AAAAAAAAAP0/yYpIeq7tHRo/s1600-h/3057177250_a32172463e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272700780857578354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SSxlbJnw03I/AAAAAAAAAP0/yYpIeq7tHRo/s400/3057177250_a32172463e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SSsapwqYgZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ez14qF-9mAM/s1600-h/3057177250_db043b9448.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-6121802170552232745?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/6121802170552232745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=6121802170552232745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6121802170552232745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6121802170552232745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/11/little-miss-cutie-pie.html' title='Little Miss Cutie Pie'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SSxlbJnw03I/AAAAAAAAAP0/yYpIeq7tHRo/s72-c/3057177250_a32172463e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-5540565383932388347</id><published>2008-11-17T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:54:28.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes, a rather unusual title with no relevance to what the photograph actually projects. But there is a story behind it. On my recent photosession with a friend, her take on posing for a photograph was that she once heard it was advisable to mouth out 'prunes' as you're having the photo taken, this would then give you the 'pouty' look! As she demonstrated this fact I decided to capture the 'prune' look in action - and this is what I got! I love everything about it, I hope she doesn't mind me blogging about it, but I had to share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SSGFl6ORyJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/sTq6RYfFERU/s1600-h/DSC_0159+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269639925330987154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SSGFl6ORyJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/sTq6RYfFERU/s400/DSC_0159+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-5540565383932388347?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/5540565383932388347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=5540565383932388347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/5540565383932388347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/5540565383932388347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/11/prunes.html' title='Prunes'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SSGFl6ORyJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/sTq6RYfFERU/s72-c/DSC_0159+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-3773787836470240165</id><published>2008-11-16T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:27:11.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horsing Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had the opportunity to photograph at a local stables close to where I live. I love horses, I can see the attraction in owning one, as they are just magnificent creatures. (But I couldn't do the hard graft in maintaining one though!) The model in question (apart from the horse!) was so great, normally I have to almost direct every aspect of the shoot, in how to look at the camera, pose etc, but with my willing model she was just so natural infront of the camera, she instinctively knew &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; to look and pose, I hardly had to give her any direction at all. It certainly makes my job easier. The horse too was so placid and lovely, he was such a gem. I can't wait to go back to the stables to take some more shots (although in a better climate - although it was quite mild, there was definitely a chill in the air!) But I thoroughly enjoyed this photo session, as I had been wanting to get 'out' there, and I loved the shots and how they came out despite the overcast clouds and chilly weather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SR_1bLASvlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xZsQDLsWgUI/s1600-h/DSC_0098+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269199936206061138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SR_1bLASvlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xZsQDLsWgUI/s400/DSC_0098+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-3773787836470240165?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/3773787836470240165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=3773787836470240165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3773787836470240165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3773787836470240165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/11/horsing-around.html' title='Horsing Around'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SR_1bLASvlI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xZsQDLsWgUI/s72-c/DSC_0098+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-2309382328148842817</id><published>2008-11-05T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:56:57.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me take your photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Summertime is over and the Autumn months have begun; dark nights, cold evenings and not much else in the way of taking photographs in the 'golden' light. Sigh...anyway, gives me a little bit of a break from spending most of all my weekends doing photosessions and having family time with my son and hubby. But don't get me wrong I do miss meeting new people and finding new ways of being inventive with my camera, but for now I am relishing the 'free' time. I am hoping to do a couple of more sessions involving newborns over the next few weeks, and at least I can do them indoors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SRIIgqoPDUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xBz1PrQo_xw/s1600-h/DSC_0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265280271641414978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SRIIgqoPDUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xBz1PrQo_xw/s400/DSC_0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-2309382328148842817?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/2309382328148842817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=2309382328148842817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2309382328148842817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2309382328148842817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/11/let-me-take-your-photo.html' title='Let me take your photo'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SRIIgqoPDUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/xBz1PrQo_xw/s72-c/DSC_0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-8780673187021131513</id><published>2008-11-03T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:26:25.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SQ96UzBAKKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rnTDvMaOZ50/s1600-h/DSC_0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264560987129784482" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SQ96UzBAKKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rnTDvMaOZ50/s400/DSC_0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; about graffiti, it fascinates me in the sense that the imagination, talent (many would say that is debatable) and uniqueness that adorns city walls, streets, and houses (think Belfast murals) is just quite extraordinary - well I think so anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SQ96UeNJbuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YuFMhy-POWg/s1600-h/DSC_0094+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264560981543579362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SQ96UeNJbuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YuFMhy-POWg/s400/DSC_0094+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The street 'tags' do nothing for me, but any murals or artwork (and I mean really great artwork) should be appreciated. Banksy springs to mind obviously, but many 'street' artists are being commissioned these days to make some areas more 'presentable' and I think that can only be a good thing? Here were some of the artwork I came across in Dublin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SQ96T_-L5PI/AAAAAAAAAO8/qTPver1C5QM/s1600-h/DSC_0084+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264560973427762418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SQ96T_-L5PI/AAAAAAAAAO8/qTPver1C5QM/s400/DSC_0084+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-8780673187021131513?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/8780673187021131513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=8780673187021131513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8780673187021131513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8780673187021131513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/11/colour-me-happy.html' title='Colour Me Happy'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SQ96UzBAKKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rnTDvMaOZ50/s72-c/DSC_0097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-1166961261607398134</id><published>2008-11-03T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:19:05.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SQ94q3FjpNI/AAAAAAAAAO0/KMF35bXaoNA/s1600-h/DSC_0040+copy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264559167156495570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SQ94q3FjpNI/AAAAAAAAAO0/KMF35bXaoNA/s400/DSC_0040+copy+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hubby and I had the opportunity to go to the city of Dublin for the weekend, it was my first time to visit Ireland, (I've always wanted to go there) and it was just awesome. There was a distinct mixture of the old in with the new, with smart contemporary buildings (i.e. hotels, apartments, shopping centres, etc) with the old architecture of run-down buildings, boats and boutique looking shops and pubs. The weather was glorious for this time of year and we ventured out and about. Took in the sights, sounds and most of all the food and drink! As we went with a group of people it was nice to be able to chat about lots of things we saw, and just generally have a good time. I certainly did, and I hope to go back to Ireland and see new places in the near future. (And yes I did get to see those pesky leprechauns! They were much bigger than I thought...;P) &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264558895504445394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SQ94bDGqT9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/kBqIkfFu3PA/s400/DSC_0077+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-1166961261607398134?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/1166961261607398134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=1166961261607398134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1166961261607398134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1166961261607398134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/11/weekend-away.html' title='A Weekend Away'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SQ94q3FjpNI/AAAAAAAAAO0/KMF35bXaoNA/s72-c/DSC_0040+copy+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-7016050034955913753</id><published>2008-10-18T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:13:22.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The long and the short of it</title><content type='html'>I decided to have my hair cut...it was not an easy decision, but a very wise one I thought. I have had long hair for the most part of my life, with the odd exception of having different hairstyles, like perms, bob's, short crop, the lot. But for the past few years my hair has been the normal one length, long layered, look. As much as I love having long hair, the fact that my hair is very thick and I have a lot of it, is sometimes a pain in the backside! Coupled with the fact it takes me; from washing it, blow drying it, then straightening it, on average around 2 hours, and really that is just too much hassle for me, and not really manageable. So I wanted something neat, different, manageable and with a little bit of colour...and by and large I think I got it! I am really pleased with it, I love the cut and colour and I can't wait to experiment with it a little bit more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SPo0Qe6YjcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/S69H99NKaqY/s1600-h/DSC_0081+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258572972688969154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SPo0Qe6YjcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/S69H99NKaqY/s400/DSC_0081+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-7016050034955913753?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/7016050034955913753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=7016050034955913753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7016050034955913753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7016050034955913753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/10/long-and-short-of-it.html' title='The long and the short of it'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SPo0Qe6YjcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/S69H99NKaqY/s72-c/DSC_0081+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-2034133782610471478</id><published>2008-10-14T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:35:26.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all in the eyes</title><content type='html'>I had to post this photograph that I took during the newborn session I did at the weekend. Ms J was just being so good and at one stage just looked right into the camera and gave me the most wonderful eye contact. So wonderful, and I just think being awake as long as she did during the photosession was amazing enough, but to be so completely chilled out and not cry at all during, was even more amazing. A joy to photograph.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SPSf-WH0CjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-SEz8gJkjmI/s1600-h/2938121075_c9494b6476%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257002558487267890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SPSf-WH0CjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-SEz8gJkjmI/s400/2938121075_c9494b6476%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-2034133782610471478?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/2034133782610471478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=2034133782610471478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2034133782610471478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2034133782610471478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/10/its-all-in-eyes.html' title='Its all in the eyes'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SPSf-WH0CjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-SEz8gJkjmI/s72-c/2938121075_c9494b6476%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-3745696425756972303</id><published>2008-10-13T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T02:23:44.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure sweetness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had the pleasure of photographing a 3 week old newborn yesterday, I previously photographed the mother a few weeks ago for her maternity session, so it was so lovely to finally meet the new addition to their family and see the mother again and meet the rest of her family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SPMTjojNn7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/YbHZJu2k3ZE/s1600-h/2935163085_d46cd49ffa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256566692972961714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SPMTjojNn7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/YbHZJu2k3ZE/s400/2935163085_d46cd49ffa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The newborn baby Miss J was just so gorgeous and such a placid baby, she was awake the whole entire time of the photosession, but didn't cry or fidget once, she was just so unbelievably good (I wish all babies could be like her) and her older 2 year old sister Miss L was just as good and cute, and they had a lovely family portrait together. A perfect family unit! Thankyou to the family for letting me photograph you at home, it was a real pleasure to be able to meet you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-3745696425756972303?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/3745696425756972303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=3745696425756972303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3745696425756972303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3745696425756972303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/10/pure-sweetness.html' title='Pure sweetness'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SPMTjojNn7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/YbHZJu2k3ZE/s72-c/2935163085_d46cd49ffa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-7300654214303500948</id><published>2008-10-11T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:45:30.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grin and Bear it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My son is at times the most adorable, sweetest, funniest little human being I know, but then he can become the opposite. No two days are the same, I am at times baffled at how a 3 year old can be like an adult, its quite scary at times, that they learn things so quickly and are very quick to spot things, and point things out - things that maybe they shouldn't know, but its hard to draw the line on what they should be learning...I guess that's what they call growing up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SPEQRHy2nRI/AAAAAAAAAN8/xO20BXiTHng/s1600-h/DSC_0029+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256000126454242578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SPEQRHy2nRI/AAAAAAAAAN8/xO20BXiTHng/s400/DSC_0029+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-7300654214303500948?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/7300654214303500948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=7300654214303500948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7300654214303500948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7300654214303500948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/10/grin-and-bear-it.html' title='Grin and Bear it'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SPEQRHy2nRI/AAAAAAAAAN8/xO20BXiTHng/s72-c/DSC_0029+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-1595263194982273350</id><published>2008-10-11T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:34:59.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splitting Hairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, another week is nearly over, and what a few days its been. Since my mother moved house (and that was a traumatic time, and I'm not lying when I say that...it's a long story) anyhoo, I'm trying to grasp a sense of normality (whatever that is) back into my life, but its not easy. My mind is going at a hundred miles an hour, whereas my body is physically wanting to give up and just slow down for a bit. I must admit usually towards the end of the evening, when I finally get to sit down, I get tired pretty easily and think, oh, I'll go to bed a bit earlier tonight, but I never do, and on average I get to bed near enough midnight. Is this the reality that it will continue to be like this, sometimes I think life never gets any easier, maybe it will, but I'm pretty doubtful about it, and besides it keeps you on your toes, but sometimes, sitting on my backside is quite nice at times! Anyway, tomorrow I have a newborn session which I'm looking forward to, a bit anxious as I know how hard newborns are and its been a few weeks since I photographed a newborn, so I'm trying to think of what I need to take with me (as in props) the positions I need to arrange them in to get the best shots (I hope!) and more importantly I hope that it all goes well...(here's wishing)...and boy do I wish for a lot of things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SPENm4wwSgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/k2qMdJbLNXg/s1600-h/DSC_0043+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255997201841146370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SPENm4wwSgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/k2qMdJbLNXg/s400/DSC_0043+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-1595263194982273350?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/1595263194982273350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=1595263194982273350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1595263194982273350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/1595263194982273350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/10/splitting-hairs.html' title='Splitting Hairs'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SPENm4wwSgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/k2qMdJbLNXg/s72-c/DSC_0043+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-8204816391322620671</id><published>2008-10-08T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:43:17.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Windswept</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had the pleasure of photographing my mother's friend's wedding at the weekend, it was rather cold and very, very windy, but we made the most of the situation (as best we could) and I thoroughly enjoyed being part of their day. The bride who is filipino wore a lovely gown, which may I add was slashed to the thigh - very sexy (but very revealing on a cold autumn day!) but she looked so lovely and they both looked very happy together. Thankyou C&amp;amp;T for letting me photograph your day, I wish you all the very best for the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SOzjCzPg6jI/AAAAAAAAANs/TquDXkNhfe4/s1600-h/DSC_0124+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254824502489049650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SOzjCzPg6jI/AAAAAAAAANs/TquDXkNhfe4/s400/DSC_0124+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-8204816391322620671?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/8204816391322620671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=8204816391322620671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8204816391322620671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/8204816391322620671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/10/windswept.html' title='Windswept'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SOzjCzPg6jI/AAAAAAAAANs/TquDXkNhfe4/s72-c/DSC_0124+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-397420069565461638</id><published>2008-10-03T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:47:38.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Autumn Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had the pleasure of photographing a wedding at a registry office in Towcester - the couple who were just the most sweetest loving couple, constantly smiling, giving each other adoring glances and just the way they were completely comfortable with each other. It was fortunate that the weather turned out lovely, fresh winds but fine enough to venture out and take some photographs in the gardens. There were only a handful of people present at the ceremony, but that made it all the more intimate and special. Thankyou P&amp;amp;D for letting me be part of your day! I hope you have many happy years of love and happiness. You certainly showed it on your wedding day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SOaS35Jf4nI/AAAAAAAAANk/tCSHO-TvZas/s1600-h/DSC_0044+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253047504305382002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SOaS35Jf4nI/AAAAAAAAANk/tCSHO-TvZas/s400/DSC_0044+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-397420069565461638?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/397420069565461638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=397420069565461638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/397420069565461638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/397420069565461638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/10/autumn-wedding.html' title='An Autumn Wedding'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SOaS35Jf4nI/AAAAAAAAANk/tCSHO-TvZas/s72-c/DSC_0044+copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-7788657805085657950</id><published>2008-09-28T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:49:30.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The kid has got some lip</title><content type='html'>My kid is 3 (going on 30) he has an opinion about everything, thinks he knows better than anyone, and he has so much get up and go it makes my head spin. He helps out (although more likely gets in the way) but bless him, he does try and I admire his way's of...wanting to know what you are doing, etc, etc. He amazes me with what he knows, for an example we were in a supermarket yesterday and I spotted a skateboard on the shelf, (he's never been shown one of these before (well not that I knew of before yesterday)). I took it off the shelf and showed it to him, he took it off me placed it on the floor and proceeded to put his leg on it and skateboard away, I asked him what he thought it was and he promptly looked at me and said in a matter-of-fact way, "a skateboard", me and the hubby just looked at each other and said, how does he know that? It might not seem such a big deal to anyone else, but for me who doesn't realise what a 3 year old actually knows astonishes me at times...gawd I love this kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SN_fQ2HGfWI/AAAAAAAAANc/O22ARJzOvn8/s1600-h/DSC_0013+2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251161171033488738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SN_fQ2HGfWI/AAAAAAAAANc/O22ARJzOvn8/s400/DSC_0013+2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-7788657805085657950?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/7788657805085657950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=7788657805085657950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7788657805085657950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7788657805085657950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/09/kid-has-got-some-lip.html' title='The kid has got some lip'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SN_fQ2HGfWI/AAAAAAAAANc/O22ARJzOvn8/s72-c/DSC_0013+2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-7102683158210529057</id><published>2008-09-28T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:36:28.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well it's the end of my two and a bit week annual leave from work. In that time off, I've stressed (lots), entertained [quite a lot), chilled out (a bit), ate a thing (or two), but have enjoyed my time (immensely) - so after all that I'm back to work tomorrow feeling no refreshed than usual, but it would be nice to catch up with the girls at work, see what I have (or more importantly haven't) missed during my time off...although I'm only in until Wednesday and I've got another couple of day's off in which to help my mother out...no rest for the wicked &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SN_co3D2aKI/AAAAAAAAANU/Jruncp9T538/s1600-h/DSC_0003+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251158285070264482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SN_co3D2aKI/AAAAAAAAANU/Jruncp9T538/s400/DSC_0003+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-7102683158210529057?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/7102683158210529057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=7102683158210529057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7102683158210529057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7102683158210529057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/09/looking-up.html' title='Looking Up'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SN_co3D2aKI/AAAAAAAAANU/Jruncp9T538/s72-c/DSC_0003+copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-7626329888670768356</id><published>2008-09-20T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:56:41.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SNVRNU4HC1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/3BDGpMTQmIU/s1600-h/DSC_0076+1copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248190230154382162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SNVRNU4HC1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/3BDGpMTQmIU/s400/DSC_0076+1copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SNVRNrzOjyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hKEKiLTWglw/s1600-h/DSC_0175+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248190236307918626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SNVRNrzOjyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hKEKiLTWglw/s400/DSC_0175+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SNVROLEY-PI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VanAj38zx3s/s1600-h/DSC_0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248190244701403378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SNVROLEY-PI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VanAj38zx3s/s400/DSC_0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SNVROUJu7_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZhhceSIGvfQ/s1600-h/DSC_0206+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SNVVVHBC8FI/AAAAAAAAANM/phqSuP1slL4/s1600-h/DSC_0206+copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248194761919230034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SNVVVHBC8FI/AAAAAAAAANM/phqSuP1slL4/s400/DSC_0206+copy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the pleasure of photographing a wedding, the location was just awesome, the bride and groom looked equally handsome, with a really loving intimate atmosphere, and to top it off the weather was just absolutely gorgeous. Everything went off without a hitch, and the whole event was just casual and welcoming. The bride is from Poland and her family came over for the event, there was some poems read out during the ceremony in Polish. The brides husband played the guitar for her as she walked down the aisle accompanied by her father who led her down to be married. After the ceremony took place we headed off to the reception venue at Paris House in Woburn Abbey, a sprawling mansion set in acres of greenery filled with matured trees and deers roaming the grounds. All in all it was just a stunning day, and I was glad to be a part of it to capture the moments, I think for me personally what stood out among all the special touches of the day, was that the bride and groom always swapped admiring glances at one another, the look of love between them was very apparent during the day, and I can't wish enough for both of them the best wishes for their future. A really great couple, thank you A&amp;amp;E for having me photograph your day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-7626329888670768356?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/7626329888670768356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=7626329888670768356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7626329888670768356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7626329888670768356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/09/love-marriage.html' title='Love &amp; Marriage'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SNVRNU4HC1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/3BDGpMTQmIU/s72-c/DSC_0076+1copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-6508551915390722390</id><published>2008-09-16T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:42:06.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The nightmare never ends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SNAL-1wLtZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/o0z35G6vlK4/s1600-h/DSC_0021+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246706740095595922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SNAL-1wLtZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/o0z35G6vlK4/s400/DSC_0021+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am on annual leave from work until the end of September - long overdue break for me, I have been off since last Thursday, my purpose during the break was to help my mother move house...and hopefully it was to be this week, but we've had word that it isn't going to happen this week because of various paperwork not in order blah, blah, blah. So another let down, this has been going on for months, far longer than anticipated, and needless to say I'm bored to tears with it all. I know house moving isn't easy, I went through it over a year ago, and it took me nearly a year to move! I have friends in the same situation as we speak, and its just so frustrating, tiring and completely out of your control. So what are my plans this week instead...well, the fact that I began my weekend with a cold, I guess trying to overcome that this week! Apart from that, chillin' out and just enjoying my break, I do have one important thing to do this week however, and that is to photograph a wedding, which I'm looking forward to, not holding out to much on the weather front though, but oh well...yes I do sound a misog, but I'm not honest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-6508551915390722390?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/6508551915390722390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=6508551915390722390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6508551915390722390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6508551915390722390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/09/nightmare-never-ends.html' title='The nightmare never ends...'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SNAL-1wLtZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/o0z35G6vlK4/s72-c/DSC_0021+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-5976322069337114664</id><published>2008-09-14T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T07:45:45.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes Wide Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My kid doesn't miss a thing...believe me when I say that he hears, sees, EVERYTHING within a five mile radius. So when you are minding your own business going about your business, he will say something that will make you turn on your head and listen up, and your instant thought is "how the hell did he know that?". He's 3 going on 30 - he thinks he knows everything, tells you what you should really do and more to the point you're gonna do it...hmmm who is the parent and who is the child?! Lets just say it's never boring when he is around, and we all laugh a lot out loud, as much as he is like any child his age, and at times that can be fraught as any parent can tell you, but sometimes I would just love to bottle him up at the age he is now, as his innocence, kindness and completely naivety is just so adorably sweet, that sometimes I do realise he is growing up way too quickly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0jMJLjrsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/iE46ui8tVxQ/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245887832486293186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0jMJLjrsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/iE46ui8tVxQ/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-5976322069337114664?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/5976322069337114664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=5976322069337114664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/5976322069337114664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/5976322069337114664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/09/eyes-wide-open.html' title='Eyes Wide Open'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0jMJLjrsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/iE46ui8tVxQ/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-2493969148632929386</id><published>2008-09-13T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:08:45.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's lookin' at you kid</title><content type='html'>My baby boy (although not a baby anymore...!) really doesn't like having his photograph taken, to him the task of posing for the camera is the most boring thing ever, when he could be playing happily with his toys or running around ragged, instead of being hounded with a camera shoved in his face ;P...but I just love to take his photographs, he'll (hopefully) thank me one day! Anyway, he was quite good this afternoon posing for me, it was all over and done with in a matter of minutes, but no matter, I got some good shots for the album!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SMwqtsRq_7I/AAAAAAAAALM/_YVvmiLbi7o/s1600-h/DSC_0058+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245614630447546290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SMwqtsRq_7I/AAAAAAAAALM/_YVvmiLbi7o/s400/DSC_0058+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SMwqt9CfjpI/AAAAAAAAALU/asdjwX8LQTU/s1600-h/DSC_0064+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245614634947284626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SMwqt9CfjpI/AAAAAAAAALU/asdjwX8LQTU/s400/DSC_0064+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the boredom really set in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SMwqt7uAs-I/AAAAAAAAALc/yQfuL9BnPro/s1600-h/DSC_0045+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245614634592941026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SMwqt7uAs-I/AAAAAAAAALc/yQfuL9BnPro/s400/DSC_0045+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...like really set in...so we called it time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SMwrhIg86pI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZzsXCG0v0wo/s1600-h/DSC_0050+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245615514201156242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SMwrhIg86pI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZzsXCG0v0wo/s400/DSC_0050+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-2493969148632929386?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/2493969148632929386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=2493969148632929386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2493969148632929386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/2493969148632929386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/09/heres-lookin-at-you-kid.html' title='Here&apos;s lookin&apos; at you kid'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SMwqtsRq_7I/AAAAAAAAALM/_YVvmiLbi7o/s72-c/DSC_0058+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-4779744103554935946</id><published>2008-09-12T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:03:21.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had the most unbelievable pleasure of photographing two twin boys. They were just so, so gorgeous, and tiny! They were so good, but I must say doing newborn photography is HARD work! The newborn photographers that I know make it look so very easy, and I know its down to lots of hard work and experience, so I've got a long way to go until I really master it like they do, but I enjoy the process so much (even though today took 3 hours in total!) you have to have masses of patience. Between lots of feeding, changing and generally making sure that they are comfortable and warm, you hope that you get the shots that you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SMqSfcVzIqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/CS6s_E18IrQ/s1600-h/DSC_00531_filtered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245165784907588258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SMqSfcVzIqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/CS6s_E18IrQ/s400/DSC_00531_filtered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both boys were equally good despite the numerous times that they were moved around, they hardly cried (if at all) and it really did warm my heart to see such a laid back mother with two twin boys, who all had hardly any sleep the day before, hats off to all of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SMqSfreLU7I/AAAAAAAAALE/ov3ZCe9Juas/s1600-h/DSC_0067_filtered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245165788969259954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SMqSfreLU7I/AAAAAAAAALE/ov3ZCe9Juas/s400/DSC_0067_filtered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-4779744103554935946?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/4779744103554935946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=4779744103554935946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/4779744103554935946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/4779744103554935946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/09/sweet-surrender.html' title='Sweet Surrender'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SMqSfcVzIqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/CS6s_E18IrQ/s72-c/DSC_00531_filtered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-7257429754483365874</id><published>2008-08-31T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T03:21:04.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLpvOH5XWkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8skjGgnkmw4/s1600-h/H04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240623404827499074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLpvOH5XWkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8skjGgnkmw4/s400/H04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLpvORWBmTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yB3AqhFTLo4/s1600-h/H12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLpwWe2TRTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oWf-tQ12owU/s1600-h/H12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240624647939245362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLpwWe2TRTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oWf-tQ12owU/s400/H12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLpvOjv5_PI/AAAAAAAAAKk/u-nl039Bcmc/s1600-h/H14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240623412304018674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLpvOjv5_PI/AAAAAAAAAKk/u-nl039Bcmc/s400/H14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240623417692208450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLpvO30jPUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rEqzeV2pkjg/s400/H27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a photosession with a cool, urban minded, young lady yesterday, we first went to a local town, which had a commissioned mural adorned on a wall. A talented local grafitti artist by the name of Mechaone did the mural a few weeks back, and its just so awesome up close. It suited my client, and I think she could appreciate the work on the wall. In complete contrast after the wall shot we ventured over to see if there were any wheatfields still around, unfortunately (as suspected) there wasn't - they'd all been harvested, which was a shame. We found a really sweet public footpath further on down, which basically was a bit of a walkway in a field, surrounded by lots of greenery and some horses. As it was getting dark we got some lovely shots in what is known as 'the golden hour' - I really did enjoy this session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-7257429754483365874?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/7257429754483365874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=7257429754483365874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7257429754483365874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7257429754483365874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/08/off-wall.html' title='Off the Wall'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLpvOH5XWkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8skjGgnkmw4/s72-c/H04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-5850303214237220204</id><published>2008-08-31T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:42:59.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful inside and out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLpKQ9PwpzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SFqvjLrhIS0/s1600-h/2812544916_524abd7ca9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240582771578021682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLpKQ9PwpzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SFqvjLrhIS0/s400/2812544916_524abd7ca9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms K is pregnant with her second child, a sister for her 2 year old daughter. She was positively glowing, and had model looks, and height to go with it. I took so many photographs of her and here is a few of my favourites from the session. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLpKYVdC6hI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MN25SzrVuLw/s1600-h/2812547424_0739f01617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240582898335279634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLpKYVdC6hI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MN25SzrVuLw/s400/2812547424_0739f01617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always take the opportunity to catch some 'normal' portrait shots during a babybump session, as opposed to just exclusively concentrating on the bump, as I just think most women during their pregnancy have that certain 'glow' about them, and nine times out of ten they always say they feel and look awful, (it is true you do) but I never think so when I see a pregnant woman, so I make the most of capturing that beauty during those times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLpKRKDboGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rAhcfgPoPtE/s1600-h/2812548662_933efab7ce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240582775015972962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLpKRKDboGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rAhcfgPoPtE/s400/2812548662_933efab7ce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-5850303214237220204?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/5850303214237220204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=5850303214237220204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/5850303214237220204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/5850303214237220204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/08/beautiful-inside-and-out.html' title='Beautiful inside and out'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLpKQ9PwpzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SFqvjLrhIS0/s72-c/2812544916_524abd7ca9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-7338285421324012731</id><published>2008-08-29T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:00:53.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of Life</title><content type='html'>I just find it just so wonderful to hear baby news. My friend had a little baby boy a couple of weeks ago, her second, and he was just absolutely beautiful (aren't all babies?) a tinge of broodiness did come to the fore, but I was actually fine as soon as I left after giving the baby lots of cuddles! I have my hands full with a 3 year old, and although I fear that having an age gap might not work so well as time goes on, everyone has different opinions about when the time is 'right', for now my husband and I are enjoying the time with our little one, so when the time &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; right to have a second, we can hopefully enjoy the time we have again with the newborn knowing that our firstborn can enjoy his new baby brother or sister alongside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLfOVVA1ZCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/NROf4ibb1Ak/s1600-h/2743263761_1e50197df3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239883557282079778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLfOVVA1ZCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/NROf4ibb1Ak/s400/2743263761_1e50197df3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-7338285421324012731?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/7338285421324012731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=7338285421324012731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7338285421324012731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/7338285421324012731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/08/joy-of-life.html' title='The Joy of Life'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLfOVVA1ZCI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/NROf4ibb1Ak/s72-c/2743263761_1e50197df3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-6826125595328129495</id><published>2008-08-26T05:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T05:24:08.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family of three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the pleasure of photographing a four month old little girl who was just so adorable. Her parents were so lovely, and even their dog got into the portrait session, which added a little bonus to a photo having the whole entire family in it! Here is one of my favourites from the session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLP100KtXVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iisHdmRshN0/s1600-h/All+3+B&amp;amp;W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238801079267581266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLP100KtXVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iisHdmRshN0/s400/All+3+B%26W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-6826125595328129495?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/6826125595328129495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=6826125595328129495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6826125595328129495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/6826125595328129495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/08/family-of-three.html' title='Family of three'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SLP100KtXVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iisHdmRshN0/s72-c/All+3+B%26W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-5330577493839625255</id><published>2008-08-21T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:59:44.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Vacant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Some of my photographs have what is known as 'vacant space' or 'negative space', some people don't actually get that I've left such a wide gap or ask why shouldn't that person be in the middle of the photograph as opposed to being on the far left or right. It's just my style, my other being close-up portrait shots, which I love too, some people get quite worried when I get up so close that every pore and such like will be magnified ten-fold being so close! But I know it works, and usually they are pleased with the results of my 'style' and that's hopefully why people book me in the first place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SK3JHTucFcI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5yxSKgY6jHU/s1600-h/2624941623_6b84584567%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237063069093074370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SK3JHTucFcI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5yxSKgY6jHU/s400/2624941623_6b84584567%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-5330577493839625255?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/5330577493839625255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=5330577493839625255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/5330577493839625255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/5330577493839625255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/08/pretty-vacant.html' title='Pretty Vacant'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SK3JHTucFcI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5yxSKgY6jHU/s72-c/2624941623_6b84584567%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-3300009357636242857</id><published>2008-08-21T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:49:36.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have had a great time with meeting new clients, I love meeting new people and it's been a real learning curve to 'get myself out there' of late. It's obvious that people take genuine interest in what I like to achieve and they can see that I'm passionate about what I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SK3GtHVVgsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WFsInFZk9uA/s1600-h/2745870145_4237d027d0%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237060420066706114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SK3GtHVVgsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WFsInFZk9uA/s400/2745870145_4237d027d0%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had a real interest in the Trash the Dress (TTD) Sessions lately, its quite a new thing here, I don't know of many other's that offer these sorts of sessions. I only recently became aware of it through my flickr contacts, most of them from the US where its a really big thing. Another nice touch is an engagement session or 'pre-wedding' shoot prior to the big day, this is a great way to get to know your clients, it gives them a chance to see how you work and also for everyone to get to know each other before the big event. Another session I would like to venture out is the senior sessions, again another big thing in the US and I think its becoming more popular here in the UK. It's a good mixture of opportunities to delve in at some point. I hope I get to experience photographing people at all levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SK3EdeOaO3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/9Z50DDyTKu8/s1600-h/S05.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-3300009357636242857?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/3300009357636242857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=3300009357636242857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3300009357636242857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/3300009357636242857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/08/timeless.html' title='Timeless'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SK3GtHVVgsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WFsInFZk9uA/s72-c/2745870145_4237d027d0%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3727306594787669008.post-9220122694851965505</id><published>2008-08-19T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:54:00.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Field of Hay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The other week we ventured into a wheat field - I love seeing an endless sea of golden crops that seem to stretch out far and wide. Luc loved venturing into the field after much trepidation, and only after I went in first, then he dived in! Playing hide and seek and getting lost nearly completely! I just think the wheatfields are the perfect backdrop to a photo and also a poppy field (I'm onto that one!), long grass and warm light are just all perfection to me. I'm also scouting a graffiti wall in the city to use as an alternative backdrop, as I have a 'thing' for colourful walls - and don't worry the graffiti that I have my eye on is a specially commissioned peice of work from a local artist, so its not one of those unruly tagged ones (although they are just as good too!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SKreefIBogI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ipaZbys4LSI/s1600-h/DSC_0040+1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236242132104225282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SKreefIBogI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ipaZbys4LSI/s400/DSC_0040+1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3727306594787669008-9220122694851965505?l=www.capturedheart.co.uk' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/feeds/9220122694851965505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3727306594787669008&amp;postID=9220122694851965505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/9220122694851965505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3727306594787669008/posts/default/9220122694851965505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.capturedheart.co.uk/2008/08/in-field-of-hay.html' title='In a Field of Hay'/><author><name>S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06582030240085580950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SM0n0_3A9RI/AAAAAAAAAL8/18ho4jnkhew/S220/DSC_0013+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPVC_b9yWlw/SKreefIBogI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ipaZbys4LSI/s72-c/DSC_0040+1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
