The Young Photographer

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After Vitaliy’s mom, dad, and little brother Daniel passed away in 2005, pictures have become even more valuable to us.

Vitaliy has recently been in a bit of a panic because he can’t locate his baby album. We’ve made a bit of progress in the search and have figured out the last time and place it was seen. We’re in touch with his sisters who we’re hoping will continue the search on our behalf in Ukraine.

There are so many things you take for granted when your parents are alive. Like, hey mom, where did you put my baby album? But aside from practical matters like this, there are more emotionally driven questions that you never think to ask until you’re much older. Like, what was I like as a child, dad?

People often ask Vitaliy if he had formal training in photography. Aside from one class in college, Vitaliy is completely self taught. When I look through the pictures we take on a given wedding day, I can see that he has something I don’t. I’ve always known it, but its often quite difficult to convince him of it. Artists always doubt their gifts and abilities. But I can tell when I look at his photographs that he sees the world differently then the rest. People can learn photography and become great photographers, I’m not suggesting otherwise. (Obviously, he’s taught me!) But you can’t deny when you see someone’s God given gifts on display.

The last time Vitaliy’s baby album was seen was back in 2006, the year we were married. Our brother-in-law Vasiliy emailed Vitaliy a few scanned photos from his baby album. We just re-discovered them this week and I about died when I saw this picture of Vitaliy. He’s the child on the left with the camera in hand photographing his neighbor.

This picture means so much to us for so many reasons. Most importantly, it connects us to the photographer, Vitaliy’s father. He loved taking photos and even developed them in his own dark room. He had a real passion for photography and often took portraits of his family. I can see that same passion in Vitaliy.

While we may not be able to ask Vitaliy’s parents all the questions we wish we could, I’m thankful for the answers pictures can give us. It’s evident that Mr. Prokopets’ gift and passion for photography has been passed down to Vitaliy. And thanks to this photo, we can see it started at a very young age. As his wife and best friend, I can’t wait to see the photographer he grows into 20 years from today.

Our First Date

Back in October of 2004, I had braces and Vitaliy had a unibrow. That doesn’t really relate to the story that much, but I wanted to paint the picture for you.

At that time, we were just friends which may have had to do with the braces and unibrow. But more than likely, it had to do with our very first meeting and Vitaliy thinking I was a little crazy. Anyway, our go-to hangout spot was Border’s on Michigan Avenue in downtown Chicago. We’d either look through photography books together or plays cards.

Vitaliy had taught me a Russian card game called Durak. It quickly became a favorite and we played it all the time. One day we decided to take our competition to a new level and made a bet. Whoever lost the next round of Durak had to treat the other person to dinner. Vitaliy always lost so I knew the odds were in my favor.

A few days later, I found myself on the L headed to China Town. Vitaliy had lost and was taking me to get Korean. I remember being a nervous wreck inside. I could tell that our sweet and safe friendship was beginning to take a turn towards something more romantic which in my mind was petrifying. Though I didn’t feel ready to be in a relationship, I also didn’t want to stop hanging out with Vitaliy. We joked about him losing the bet, but I could tell this was a real date. And for the first time ever I felt nervous around him.

A couple years ago, Vitaliy and I were talking about this dinner. Over the years, we’ve often wondered the date of this fateful night. Then out of nowhere, Vitaliy came across an old receipt from our favorite Korean restaurant in Chicago. I had my doubts, I mean who has a receipt from 9 years ago? Vitaliy does! I shouldn’t have been surprised, he’s a pretty sentimental guy. Sure enough, it was the receipt from our very first date. And that’s when we discovered it was on Halloween.

Along with today being Halloween, it is also the 9 year anniversary of our first date. Vitaliy likes to remind me that it was 9 years ago today that I used chopsticks for the first time. I suppose his romantic sentimental side is a bit selective.

So, Happy Halloween to you! And happy first date to us! Does these mean I get to eat extra amounts of candy to celebrate? I know it does mean we need some kimchi in our life today.

Candace dressed up as Cat Stevens and Vitaliy dressed up as a cowboyThese were our five minute Halloween costumes this year. Can you guess who I am?

Making Things Happen

Vitaliy and I just took our last foreseen trip of the year and I couldn’t be happier to be home, sleep in my own bed, and get back to a normal routine.

A few months ago, Vitaliy and I tried to decide how to celebrate turning 30. After brainstorming, we mutually decided on attending the Making Things Happen conference. We wanted to start this new decade with a plan and a purpose. And we wanted to make an investment in ourselves. MTH fulfilled both of these expectations. 

Since returning home, I have tried multiple times to explain to people what MTH actually is from an attendee’s perspective. And to be honest, I still don’t feel like I have a concrete explanation. Nor do I feel like the ones I’ve given have done it justice. It’s also very difficult to describe all that I feel I gained from attending. The one thing I do know is that this is the first conference I left knowing without a doubt it was worth my investment.

The funniest thing about the conference is that Vitaliy was one of three men out of about 60 attendees. And this is a conference that basically requires transparency and vulnerability. And in a room full of mainly women, there were a lot of tears. A lot. But he rolled with it all and left with everything he hoped to get out of it, and more. I did as well.

And I will leave it at that! Instead of sharing everything I learned, I want to get to doing everything I learned. And I hope it reflects here and encourages all of you.

Big thanks to Lara CaseyEmily LeyGina Zeidler, and all the other amazing speakers and volunteers! Making Things Happen is a real gift to so many. I’m happy to be a recipient of your stories, experience and wisdom. Thank you for continuing to give and give.

Making things happen 2013 notebook and Southern Weddings magazine