WELL, HELLO THERE.

I'm Patricia Lyons and welcome to my blogsite. I am an international lifestyle photographer based in Virginia.
I shoot, well, everything, but you'll find I mainly photograph editorial for select magazines, as well as beautiful weddings in Virginia and around the world. Some photo slideshows are stacked below to the right, and you can even watch them all if you have a whole lot of time and a jug of coffee (and I've been told a box of tissues). You can also 'search' the blog if you are looking for something specific.

Or I suppose you could just enjoy the ride back in time, as everything happened.
I know I have.

You can find me at (804)387-5722 or email patricia@patricialyonsphotography.com


Wednesday, March 26, 2008

The Big Race is almost here!


I am so proud of the kids! I am equally proud of all my amazing friends, clients, vendors, kids' teachers and family who posted pledges for our race-running guys. And I have the best Brides EVER. I can't believe how many of you, and your parents too, posted pledges in just the past few days that are now north of $1,000.00. WOW!

The photos above are from last year's race, when they raised $425.00. They are checking the pledge stats every day now and cannot believe "how nice people are being". They are beyond excited.

So in a few weeks they will run the mile in honor of their grandmother, who was diagnosed with breast cancer about 6 years ago. It was a very scary time with some major complications. We spent a lot of time trekking up and down I-95 for visits and ate in a lot of hospital cafeterias, which is how they remember it, but she got through it and has been cancer-free ever since.

The funds raised benefit the VCU Massey Cancer Center and cancer research. It's so cool for the kids to learn they can make a difference, and believe me, they work for it! One mile is a long way on little legs. Last year you couldn't wipe the smile off their faces after they crossed the finish line AND they felt like they really did something to help their grandmother.

It is an incredibly rewarding experience for them in so many ways. You can POST A PLEDGE HERE, or just come out and cheer ALL the amazing kids on!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

The Paper Pig


I am guessing you don't have a paper pig. I am sorry, I don't mean to brag, but everyone should have a paper pig.

The kids made this organizer for their Dad's birthday present. I had nothing to do with the end result, I guarantee, because I was the one with all the bad ideas. They wanted to make a sculpture, to which I responded, "ohhh...why don't you write something, or maybe draw a picture...". "Nah", they said. Cringe. If you know any kids then you understand that the words 'create a three-dimensional sculpture' from the mouths of three box-hunting, scissor-wielding, glue-loving artisans is S-C-A-R-Y. Especially in a clean kitchen.

But they would not hear of it. The box my Christmas present boots came in was sacrificed. Marbles were scrounged. Paper plates and cups were strewn across the floor. Ideas were flying. And a pipe cleaner was coiled for the tail, of course. The assembly line began.

Me: Why don't you make it a paper alligator or something?
Them: Becuase it's a pig.
Me: But Dad is going to have it in his office and people might think you think he's a pig.
Them: Well, he does have a lot of papers everywhere. This will help him be organized.
Me: Why not an alligator?
Them: Because that doesn't make sense. It's a pig.

And so it went. Only one band aid later (those dang scissors) and now their Dad has this awesome paper pig that never, ever should have been anything but a pig. It's absolutely perfect.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Jumping back in


Oh my goodness…so much to do. Re-entry after a vacation is always hard but coming home to tax time is the ultimate worst, especially when your accountant needed everything last week. So naturally I will update my blog first.

We had a great break in the Florida Keys. It started with a speeding ticket on the way to the airport but the kids thought that was a really cool kick-off to our adventure. “Dad, don’t you think you’re going a little fast?” was heard more than once in the following week... from all of us. Comedians. David laughed along the first few times.

We got to the airport in the nick of time to find…our flight as delayed. Then again. And again. Four hours later they found us a new plane and we were off, all saying how much we loved JetBlue as we boarded. Crazy, I know. But not only did they keep us informed the whole time, they had (good) snacks, drinks, ordered pizza for everyone, helped us find movies for our kids to watch, gave us free cocktails on the flight AND free one way tickets for each passenger. Now THAT is how you run an airline.

In preparation for our time in Miami, we spent waywaywaytoomuch to make my son’s dream of seeing his all-time fave basketball player, Dwyane (that is not a typo) Wade, come true. Of course they sadly announced Dwyane was out for the REST of the season due to injury the night before the game and the scalpers were begging people to take tickets. Which left us watching the two all-time worst basketball teams, Knicks vs. Heat, duke it out for worst-dom. And covering the kids’ eyes when the Miami Heat dancers were shaking their booties. Crikey, they were... something!

But all in all, the trip was awesome. We swam, ate, laid about, chased lizards (not me so much), played basketball (not me so much), and enjoyed our week-long search for the perfect Key Lime Pie (me).

We spent a chillier day sightseeing in Key West. Ernest Hemingway’s house was a huge hit. There were 47 cats there, all descendants of his beloved 50 cats, and I am certain my daughter managed to pet at least 45 of them. They were literally everywhere, in the rain gutters, in shelves, under plants. And they’d look at you like “oh, you pathetic human being whatdoyouwant and yes, right there, yes, between the ears yes, yes, ok stop now go away, you are exhausting me”. They were wicked cool and kind of famous. And they knew it.

I can hear all you dog people ewwwwwwing, but personally I like cats. I had a great cat named Ed who was a wild shade of silver-blue, was really fat and liked Doritos. I mean, he could literally open a bag himself and eat them.

OK, so now I am really stretching. Procrastinating. Must go do the inevitable. Ugh. Maybe I'll make just a few phone calls first.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Getting back to normal...


I had no idea where the Aland Islands were. Do you? Had you ever heard of them? Then you must have been paying closer attention in geography class, because I had to google them. They are 6,500 rocky islands between Sweden and Finland. Sounds a little chilly for me, but I'll bet it's beautiful.

OK, so I go to check my web site stats and we're approaching 1,000 new visitors to my site this week. This is largely due to the squash slideshows, I know, because Alanders probably aren't googling Virginia Photographers, and the slideshow links are posted on some international squash websites. So anyway, in my dumbed down stats report there is a page that shows the top visiting countries next to their cute little flags. Aland has a great flag by the way. And some of the Alanders are checking out my squash slideshows in addition to folks from about 50 different countries around the world (but I had actually heard of all the others). I don't get out much apparently, because I think that's pretty cool. Here is the Virginia Pro Tournament Finals Slideshow they're watching. The Rounds 1 & 2 Slideshow is in the last post.

Which brings me to my blog stats which is a different set of stats altogether. I just added this cool little ClusterMap (at the bottom of the right-hand column) and while I know there are other compound cluster-blank words that may be popping into your head, we're just not that kind of blog. Geez! But it's still fun/weird/great to see that folks are reading my and seeing my work in lots of places. I have no idea what that all means to me or my business, but I'll try and spend some time thinking about it over spring break. Ha.

So now my squash duties are over and I can get back to my real life. Like playing squash instead of shooting it. Above is my new rockin' Harrow racquet, do you love it, or do you love it? Thank you Dave! I played with it for the first time today and I can't begin to tell you how much better it was than my old hand-me-down. Patrick snapped his strings and we broke the squash ball so I must have been killin' it! Actually, his string and the ball were toast to begin with, but surely my new racquet had a little something to do with it.

Cool trip coming up, will be sure to post some photos soon!