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


It's quiet. Too quiet. So quiet I can hear incoming emails ping in my office upstairs while hooking up my I.V. to the coffee maker. No sleepyheads slowly rising, soft footsteps creaking the stairs. No one leaning their elbows on the back of my chair while I check emails, rocking me backward, asking what we're doing today. No one riding their bikes alongside on my run, stopping abruptly to rescue misguided caterpillars and placing them back in the safety of the grass.

Yep, they're back at school. I miss them like you would not believe, but we were all ready. I think.

August was exciting and exhausting. 3 gorgeous Charlottesville weddings. 3 fun editorial shoots (2 covers, I still can't believe it). A trip to the beach featuring the most astoundingly perfect weather of the year. Front row at Bruce Springsteen, my ten year old mocking me when I told him I was so close I touched Bruce ("oooooh" he said, all faux googly-eyed with jazz hands a dazzling). He is so grounded. Then Michael Phelps. Usain Bolt. Jumping out of bed every night to stand 2 feet from the TV screaming, hopping up and down, urging ______ (enter Olympian's name here) to "COME ON!". Restless sleep as a result of adrenaline overload at those crazy hours.

And one wicked roller coaster that literally suspended us at the top, not enjoying the view on the horizon, but SIX long seconds, paused, looking at the ground, stadium seating only three rows deep because they wanted you to see how it would all go down. Yes, just over the crest. Six seconds. Looking at your shoes dangling and the pavement beyond. Props to the masochist who came up with that one. Seriously, what was his childhood like? The ride was insane, but easily the best coaster I've been on in years.

So now, just getting caught up. Completing the summer's weddings. Returning calls. Meeting lovely brides for next year. Booking editorial shoots. Navigating this Facebook thing, late to the table but learning. Oh, and homework. They already started homework. No rest for the weary.

5 more hours until they come home. I wonder what they're doing? Sigh.

No, she does not drink Diet Coke, she was carrying it for me. Sheesh! My husband even asked if it was my beer. Riiiight!


August in Richmond. Just saying it usually makes people wrinkle their noses. August. Typically so hot, humid, and unbearable that kids don't even want to play outside. So hot you walk out the door and all the air gets sucked out of your body and camera lenses instantly fog up from the humidity (which is always tricky when shooting a wedding and no, you can't wipe them or it comes back smeary so you stare at it for 5 of the longest minutes of your life until it dissipates). No color in the skies, just steamy colorless haze, and on the ground, brown grass. And you scream "Mercy! Uncle! Bring on Autumn. Please!".

But not this year. Oddly enough, all month and at three back to back August weddings there has been none of it. None! The thermometer has hovered around 80-90 degrees which is simply unheard of. At receptions, folks are lingering outside and late to hit the dance floors not wanting to leave the rarity of clear air and cool breezes. My hottest wedding ever was in June. Up North. Go figure! (Amy & Jack rocked it with huge smiles though, and we all lost about 5 pounds in the process).

Yup. This August, haze-free blue skies. White puffy clouds. It can't possibly stay this way. Look OUT September.

Ronda had a beautiful bridal portrait earlier this month that I posted above. She was so fun, and such a sport. Her wedding was gorgeous and photos are coming soon. I just remembered another shot I want to post but I'll come back on that one as we are heading out the door for a day of zipping, jolting, screaming and flying on every roller coaster I can manage to hit. My oldest son is tall enough to go on everything, and brave enough too. Yippee! They are all awake now in anticipation...better run...

and Go Michael Phelps!

Holly and Tommy's Wedding

Holly and Tommy got married in a gorgeous Colonial Virginia church built circa 1735. George Washington had been born a mere three years earlier in nearby Pope's Creek when the church was completed. History hung in the air, and when I entered the chapel I was intrigued by chest-high wood walls that lined the aisle and enclosed the pews, with small swinging doors to access them. I could almost see the dignified parishioners of the era, the powdered wigs and flapping fans, trying to keep cool under the huge vaulted ceilings. The enormous doors on three sides of the structure would have allowed a refreshing cross breeze.

On June 14th, Holly and Tommy added to the history of Christ Church, marrying on a golden summer day.

A powerful storm threatened to douse us all shortly after the ceremony, but kindly waited until we were under the tent at the Indian Creek Yacht Club. And once it let loose it wasn't going to dampen anyone's spirits, especially Holly and Tommy's. They danced the night away and enjoyed friends, family and eachother.

Best wishes to you both! It was such a pleasure sharing your day.

You can view Holly and Tommy's Slideshow here.