I feel like this post should be titled something like “LOOK AT ME. I HAVE TONS OF PICTURES OF MYSELF AND YOU SHOULD LOOK AT THEM.” I mean, I know it was really helpful for me to look at other people’s engagement photos to know what I wanted and what I didn’t, but I still feel a bit weird posting all of these photos of myself…
That being said, “LOOK AT ME! I HAVE TONS OF PICTURES OF MYSELF (AND SPARKY) AND YOU SHOULD LOOK AT THEM!”
(*cough*) I mean—please take a look at our engagement photos to help you plan your own engagement sessions…
All following photos by Love Song Photo.
We started in the Queen Anne neighborhood in Seattle, in a little park called Parsons Garden.
Pretending like we like each other or something…
From there, we wandered out into the neighborhood.
It’d be awesome if this were our house. It’s not.
Queen Anne is home to lots of cool staircases. We took advantage of that.
We made our way over to Kerry Park.
With the symbol of Seattle in the background
Public display of affection LIKE A BOSS
After we finished at Kerry Park, we drove to South Lake Union Park. Then we changed our clothes in the car, you know, because privacy is for chumps.
I love the hell out of this photo (and those red shoes).
After I was coaxed out of the tree, we sat around for a while.
Sparky whispered secrets into my ear.
We found a boat and sat on it, too.
We sat by the water and cuddled, like you do.
Staring off into the distance
We found the Space Needle again
Once we got tired of South Lake Union Park, we moved into South Lake Union (the neighborhood).
Mama Campfire says the photos like this are her favorite—where Sparky is looking at me with love in his eyes. I think it looks like we’re facing off.
Best Man Biscuits said of this photo: “I knew you guys thought the sun shines out of your butts!” Thanks, Best Man Biscuits.
I love our city. A lot.
Reflective glass is reflective.
When we couldn’t possibly take any more pictures in South Lake Union, we decided to take Krista up on her suggestion to finish our shoot with a cocktail or something. Our “or something” was wine and our location was our wine cellar. (Our being a generous term—it’s the place where we rent a wine locker.)
We decided fancy wine meant we should go back to fancy clothes
One of our favorite wines. (Don’t worry—we gave Krista a glass, too.)
Then, because we couldn’t resist, we had to take one picture with the cork.
Then we ate pizza. No photographs were taken of that event.
I bet you’re sick of looking at my face now, but I love these photos (and all of the rest of them, too!).
Where did you do your engagement photos?