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Chezley Royster Photography

Hi! I'm Chezley, and I commission one of a kind, museum quality, modern heirloom albums from my lifestyle portraiture and documentary weddings. I photograph lovers, collectors, mavericks, mavens, peacemakers, warriors, leaders, philosophers, artists, bibliophiles, athletes, rust junkies, sinners, saints and every spirit in between.

My God Monkey (ummmm God Son)

Ain’t he a cutie pie!

Love U Bubbie!

Happy birthday sweet Lucy butterfly!

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY? asked by tumblrbot

Being freaked out by Cruella Deville.

Hey people! I’m a bit wacky right now due to the fact that my house smells like a septic tank, it’s 4:51 am and I’m afraid to doze, lest my children should suffer from the smell of methane as they slumber. However, I am sold on tumblr, so welcome to my new blog!

Click on the title for a link to my website, which has been updated to reflect current offerings and describes my Signature 1:1 design sessions for albums and art galleries. We shoot our session. I proof your images, then we have coffee, brunch, or nest at your home with my computer, our session images and your wild imagination to build the album of your dreams. It truly is the highest level of client service, because I walk through the design process with your direct input, in real time…no lag time for approvals, no reworks, edits or back & fourth clarification of your vision, just pure unadulterated synergy! As a result, you walk away with a book that is made to your specifications and is like no other you will be able to purchase anywhere!

Check out the site. “Like” me on Facebook and let’s get together to prove to your great grandchildren that you did exist and were every bit as fabulous as they imagine!

Thanks for poppin’ by!

Chezley

Chezley

May have to ditch that Other blog!

Check… one, two..

So I think I’m diggin’ Tumbler for the moment. It’s highly intuitive, visually faaaaar more attractive than my OTHER blog, and easy peasy! It’s kind of nice to log on and just type without feeling like I’m going to have a heart attack trying not to forget a step.

Me and my sweet kindergartner.