1950s pinky-peach & white scarf: etsy (the shop has since shut down)
Faux pearl stud earrings: Claire's
1940s sheer peach blouse: etsy seller JL Vintage
1920s white and yellow Czech glass bead necklace: Jewelry seller in Okanagan Falls
1950s yellow pencil skirt: eBay
Vintage bamboo and straw handbag: Yard sale
White vintage bangle bracelet: Thrifted
Peach rose bangle bracelet: Forever 21
White pumps: Payless
Lip colour: MAC Russian Red
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There are days in each season where, if one is lucky, the light is so very perfect, that, looking back on it later, you can scarcely believe how gorgeous it was. This occurrence isn’t limited to the warmest months of the by any means. I've experienced it in the winter, spring, and fall, in addition to sunshine's pet season, summer.
Not all sunlight is created equal by any stretch of the imagination, and there are days when it's golden moments of unmatched loveliness are so short lived, that you've scarcely removed the lens cap before it's vanished. But then there are those that linger, where you could take your sweet, sweet time while shooting, stopping to fill your lungs with a gigantic dose of bath tub warm air, try to lure a duck over to you (so as to photograph it), and all but becoming hypnotized by the glistening twinkle shimmering off of a small pond's surface. There is poetry and magic in certain kinds of lights, and when the opportunity arises to shot in them, I cannot help but beam ear-to-ear.
On the day not too long ago when we captured these photos, just such a light was out in radiant abundance, and it made for an ideal companion for the outfit I had on. An absolute scorcher of a summer afternoon, this was not the time for long sleeves, heavy skirts or multiple layers. Instead I reached for what is probably my absolute sheerest blouse, a thin cotton 1950s yellow pencil skirt (which, much like these jeans and some of my other garments, can only be worn when certain circumstances pertaining to my health permit), my trusty straw and bamboo handbag, and a featherweight peach and white scarf wrapped around my locks.
Eschewing stockings to try and remain a wee bit cooler, I slipped on my beloved white pumps, a couple of bangle bracelets, and an absolutely charming c. 1920s Czech glass beaded necklace that I bought back at the start of the summer (from the same wonderful jewelry seller that I purchased this green 1930s necklace and a few other pieces from). The beads are in terrific shape, and if you look closely on the square yellow ones you can see that they depict faces which look to me to be quite Babylonian in nature, though given the Egyptian revival of the era, I wouldn't rule out that they were supposed to channel the spirit of ancient Egypt instead.
These images were taken at Lion's Park in the neighbouring community of Okanagan Falls, just a few hundred feet away from where we captured this series of photos, on a bone chilling cold winter's day earlier this year. Stacking the two side-by-side, they really couldn't be more opposite to one another in terms of the weather, but each was an absolute joy, no matter if we were baking or freezing our buns off in the process.
I love taking photographs outdoors in serene, gorgeous settings like this. The unexpected shots (like a darling little quail, my all-time favourite bird, popping up on a ridge for a fleeting moment), the gentle breeze that seems to embrace your soul with each rustle of a leaf, and the extraordinary wonder that is simply being alive are all illuminated by taking pictures under the wide open sky.
And that, my dears, is why, come +40C or -30C, you'll always find me ready and waiting (circumstances permitting) to take pictures on the next glorious day of perfect sunlight.
