After many meetings & conversations with customers at the gallery, I felt it was important to show with a series of short films the way I create “in the camera” my fine art photography.
Archives for May 2014
Happy and I jumped in the car and rushed over to Tippy’s place. The minute Tippy saw Happy she slowly and shakily stood up and prepared herself to step out of the quiet and warmth of her comfy, safe little bed. Happy instinctively realized Tippy was a senior and very gently nudged her.
Life had started sliding down hill at thirteen when I was propositioned by a male member of my immediate family. I started my very long working career at fourteen, and was raped that same year; an old man flashed me on the beach at fifteen; and I had my first big crush, an unrequited love, at sixteen.
As kids, many of us grow up being told not to talk to strangers, and for good reason. But if we don’t start talking to strangers when we get older, we miss out on meeting some amazing people, who can change our lives in many ways. I had such an experience a couple years ago when boarding a crowded train in Peru, and sat next to a family who was traveling the world. After introducing myself, I was spellbound at what they had to say, and their story changed the way I look at life, myself and the world in general.
She was led, while a child, to see the retreating forces of Charles Edward (i.e. Bonnie Prince Charlie) pass from Falkirk to Culloden. Her uncle, the Laird of Feddal and Shawn, in whose house she was brought up followed the fortunes of the Prince to battle, was never more heard of, alive or dead.
Given how useful and commonplace our devices have become, it’s only natural for us to take them everywhere we go. However, as sophisticated as these items have become, they are not immune to inclement weather or thieves, both of which you could encounter on your travels. Here are a few tips to keep everything in working order.
I grew up in a small southern town, never really feeling like I belonged. I dreamed of living in a big city. Underwhelmed by my environment, I thrived on my imagination and often entertained myself with video games, books, and movies.
My connection with nature has been engraved in my soul since childhood. As a child I remember spending many hours alone in the forest behind my parents’ house lost in my own imaginary games and thoughts. The forest became my extension of home.
The last days of winter have arrived. Tiny green shoots are springing up beneath the remaining sheets of snow. Weather reports all around predicting the clear arrival of spring any day now.
South Australia’s Barossa Valley becomes a tapestry of colours in autumn – green, yellow, gold and rich red/ brown – stitched to a quilt of rolling vineyards, scattered with old-world colonial homesteads.