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Passion & Dedication

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your interpretation

New front doors changed more than the front of our house.  Who knew frosted glass could give off just the right amount of light to do some natural light shooting.  I've always struggled with finding my groove with still shots, they seem off somehow.  But

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Wabi-Sabi and other things I didn’t know

Week 4 of the BeStill project and I'm paying more attention to light and shadow.  Either the natural light that happens at different times of the day in different areas of my house or the lights I plug in and experiment with.  The desert sun is always

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Trust the Process

Find your style, that was the great commission for this week.  I've been practicing photography long enough that I know I have a style, I know what I'm drawn to and what mood I like my images to portray, but this whole "still" photography thing…well,

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room to breathe

In my previous post I talked about my word for the year, AWARE.  So when I received an email from a woman who's blog I've been following for a few years, offering an online course to shoot still photography, I knew it was no coinsidence.

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Being Mindful

The first minute is gone, I had taken the shot I thought I wanted.  I took a breath, deep, pulling in as much as my lungs could hold.  I walked closer to the chained gates and looked through, beyond the steel.  I exhaled, the sun

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The Art of Being Aware

Every January I think of a word I want to take with me throughout the year.  I don't make new year's resolutions, no need to give myself another excuse to worry about failure--as an artist, I am a master at that worry. Instead, I think

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Look up

I tuck a curl behind your ear, look up, I say, you might see something that makes you happy, even for a minute

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