Thursday, January 27, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
One's passion is one's heartbeat
Nowhere else am I this in touch and happy with myself than when I dance. My body craves the feelings of adrenaline, power and grace that overcomes me every time I move my body to music. It is what I identify with and it has become a passion of mine. Words cannot describe how much I need dance in my life which I have come to realize after letting this passion go idle the last few months. One's passion truly is one's heartbeat, for it adds a spark in ones life that makes that life worth living.
Back alleys were made especially for photographers
"The greatest strength in life is not holding on, but letting go."
Couldn't have said it better myself.
Couldn't have said it better myself.
Green truck despise
The classic farm truck. Old, stick shift, wasp nests in the glove compartment, hay flecks permanently engraved into the seating, dirt filling each crevasse and squeaky door hinges. And oh yeah how could one fail to mention... it's an unflattering green color. Perfect to take your teenage daughter to high school in when the regular car wouldn't start some snowy mornings. Oh how I despised this truck, yet walking down my country lane one snowy day and seeing it's hideous color green pop out through the fluffy white flakes, a hint of beauty caught my eye and I snapped this picture.
The truth is in the eye of the beholder
So much can be told through a simple glance or a gaze into ones eyes. Eyes hold the power of emotion and will always be my favorite part of the face to photograph and draw. When I'm sketching portraits, I draw the eye in the end, saving the best for last and making my picture come alive in a blink of an eye.
The streets are a canvas
I'm an artist photographing art. Art that makes the streets come alive with color as well as giving insight to a world that isn't mainstream, yet produces mind blowing works of art on natural canvases seen around any big city. If you stop and look, instead of rushing everywhere like most of our society seems to do, you will see beauty in places you wouldn't expect. Photography has taught me to see beauty in places some would not.
Home is where the heart is...
Laying in my room at home, letting the sun sparkle through my window warming my face, thinking about how sometimes it takes leaving to realize just how good you have it back home.
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