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Hey there, my name is Lori Moss and I'm a super-hip, nerdy-type photographer based in St.John's, Newfoundland. My blog is about me, my family, friends, and of course my clients who are the coolest people I know! My personal and professional lives seem to continually cross over, so I'm here posting new photos and general ramblings about love, life, and the Good Lord almost every day; if not, you can be sure I'll be back soon. I'm always happy to chat with exciting people over warm lattes and good vibes so get in touch :)

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- Lori

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Mark + Leah …hitched

I’ve learned something about myself;  I’m a terrible judge of character hahahaha.  Leah, I thought you were so cute and sweet when we first met…possibly even quiet.  I was wrong, SO wrong…you’re actually totally uninhibited and whacky (something like myself) and Mark is a complete goofball which compliments you nicely :)  I still think you’re both adorable, like a basket of kittens, but now I’m a little jaded lol.

Thank you thank you to both families, both bridal parties, and to Noah for being such a terrific ring bearer! He held up so well through the mass and the entire day really (though there’s one sad face in there when it was time to go). I think we rocked it! What do you guys think??? Heck ya!

What!What! Are those SJP’s Manolo’s from the SATC movie??! I do believe they are…

The Goulds rocked out NYC style…haha

The ladies!  Hubba hubba…

The boys…right before the ceremony…

Mark greets his lady coming down the aisle! Isn’t he handsome?

Wiping her tears away…

Noah gets time with dad after the ceremony…

I think getting couples to kiss in vehicles is quickly becoming my signature shot lol….

So sweet…

So innocent…

So…wait…is that a gun???

Mark’s wedding present to Leah was a pimpin’ camera!  He also sent each bridesmaid a red rose…awwww…I won’t tell you what that blurry thing is and I won’t tell you why she’s laughing at it!

Wait…aren’t *I* supposed to be the one taking the photos??

There’s something so fun and yet, totally disgusting about that bubble! hahaha…

That’s right, they can be sensible!

Well…for a second…and then Mark had to climb a tree..

And this is what bridal parties do when left unattended…

They find their own entertainment…

Just for good measure! Me and Leah hammin’ it up…I’m glad I’m not in focus actually…

The Before…The After

Oh Blog, this post was about 20 years in the making (since I got my adult teeth when I was 8).  I waited until I was 26 to FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY put some sort of restraining device on my crazy teeth…

Not that looks are everything; they’re not.  In fact, they mean precious little.  Will my new straight teeth end war in the Sudan? Hmm doubtful.  Will they end world hunger? Um…no.  So why are they so darn terrific in my mind? Because no matter who you are and what you do, people eventually look at your mouth.  Plus, I love to laugh and I love to throw my head back and just howl! Hard to do confidently when your front teeth could poke out someone’s eye.

Ok ok…enough about it already.  Here are my before and after shots…oh dear…I hate seeing the before (so the photo is tiny).  Photos courtesy of iPhotoBooth so not great quality.

Before (FYI:  NO ONE looks good with their mouth wide open like this…)

I was living in Calgary at this point; when I went back to NL I did get tracks on my lower teeth as well…oh joy!

26 MONTHS LATER…I also grew my hair out and got myself a tan (holla!)…

Jamaica? No problem.

Disclaimer: this post contains images not suitable for kids or anyone offended by illegal narcotics.  I don’t endorse the use of any drug; as a photographer I document cultures and Jamaica is all about the ganja.  Be warned!

My first day in Jamaica I actually got up early (that’s a big deal in my world, trust me) to make the Bob Marley jeep tour at 8am.  Yeah I could do a sweaty, stinky, much safer bus tour, but I really couldn’t see the fun in that. This 3 hour tour (yes yes you’re all singing Gilligan’s Island) took 7 hours; holding onto the back of a jeep zipping around 2 foot wide roads while dodging goats, buses, and the locals in 30 degree weather could take a bit outta a girl.

Bob Marley lived way up on Mount Zion, in the rough, the tumble, the poor.  I loved every second of it! It was just a bit of a bummer (more for her than for me) that his mom passed away a month before so I didn’t get to meet her.  RIP Mother M.  If you’re like me, you might assume that because Jamaica is SO known for it’s love of the green stuff that it would be legal; you would assume wrong and you would be arrested.  I still can’t believe that it’s illegal and yet EVERYONE does it and EVERYONE sells it.  At least on the part of the island I was (Ocho Rios).  Even the old folks on the jeep tour with me had their pockets stuffed with the ‘good smoke’.  Oh dear! My poor mom would have a heart attack.  I didn’t say MY pockets were stuffed…sheesh….

P.S. for all you technie nerds, all these photos were taken with my Canon 5D and 50mm 1.4

I bought my sister’s kids Bob Marley t-shirts at this stand in the middle of the rain forest…

I loved this guy just heavin’ the gospel outta him on the corner…

I have a shot of these two guys a second earlier where they’re smiling and waving, but this tells a different story…

You know you’re a success when your mug is on a beach towel…

I learned that Rhasta is a way of life, not a religion.  Bob Marley believed in the All Mighty God, our Creator and renamed his home Mount Zion for this purpose…learning about him and his lifestyle was an eye opener and I’m still not sure what I think!  He married two women on the sly and had a whole host of kids (some he knew of, some he didn’t).  Then there’s the drugs…quite the conundrum.  I honestly don’t believe that any one person is perfect and he obviously didn’t believe that the good smoke was a sin.  I’m not judging…I’m just saying.

I also learned that Rhasta men don’t wear the Jamaica colors (green is earth, yellow is sun, black is the Jamaican people), instead they wear the colors of the Ethiopian flag (green, yellow, red) to represent the earth, the sun, and the blood we all share as children of God.

Jamaica’s version of The Hills…

By the end of the day I was just dying to ask people ’so…what brings you here? what have you been up to all day?”…maybe I should’ve…

Roadside bar…

Sure he’s dealing drugs, but he’s not too cool to hold a purse…

Growing on the side of the road…

The original Skinny Cow…

Bob’s house…

Our guide, Crazy, demonstrating Bob’s meditation pillow…the concrete flooring was added after he died (pity)…

“we’ll share the shelter of my single bed”…no wonder Bob had so many kids running around! This is where him and his wife (one of them) slept…

Though cameras weren’t allowed, I managed to get this quick shot inside Bob’s mausoleum…

Outside people were…um…relaxing…and yea he said it was okay to take his picture! I think he was proud…

Just a little shout out to all the Newfies out there, since we live on the Real Rock!

I know I’m pale and ridiculously white-girl, but here’s the only photo of me in Jamaica; this was our driver, Chin, and the jeep that nearly put me in an early grave…

You + A Fabulous Landlord!

Hello Blog, I have an apartment for rent, which means you have the opportunity to acquire a fabulous landlord! Moi! Yours truly! Me.

I’m sad that my truly fantabulous tenants are vacating, but my loss is your gain!  Check it out…I also have a listing in the Facebook Marketplace if you’re into that sort of thing (which I am).

If you or someone you know (and think would be a super terrific tenant!) is interested just shoot me an email or come to the open house on June 23 (6-7:30pm)…

What it is:

1 Bedroom (31A Franklyn Ave)…this is a 2-apartment home; only the main floor is for rent.
Approx. 700 sqft
Above ground
Driveway and yard
Renovated 3 years ago and well kept
Quiet neighborhood

The deal:

$600 POU ($300 DD) Available AUGUST 1st

One cat allowable
One year lease required
Existing washer and dryer belong to tenant but willing to sell for $500 (one year old)…
Sorry, no dishwasher
Mature students are welcome: please remember there is still a 1 year lease required (non-negotiable).

P.S. please do not drop by before June 23rd!  Stalkers are creepy and freak me out…