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A blossoming daisy
My photography journey began while living in east Tennessee, where there is an abundance of trees everywhere you look. The green of the grass and trees, the baby blue sky and country sites with hay rolls on long stretched out fields. Really not much to do if you do not have a farm to tend to. It is a peaceful place to live.
By Tere Medina6 years ago in Photography
Where My Demons Hide
This picture represents me giving up the things I thought that were essential for me but have only weighed me down throughout my time having them. I used to think that I should never forget about the past, I should learn from them. So I collect memory items. Little objects that have significant meaning to me and it has become a problem is recent times because I have been holding on to intense memories from my past I associate with depression and suicide. I thought that just throwing them away would mean I am giving up the time period and the lessons that were taught. I learned about what it takes to be happy and I found the sort of self actualization that I would consider equivalent to “finding jesus” but in a non religious way.
By Zack Blaisdell6 years ago in Photography
Expect to get wet...
Oh don’t be fooled, it was a very wet and cold day! When I got offered to abseil down a waterfall, I didn’t think much off it. I assumed that I would only be getting my feet wet and maybe a splash in the face. Here in Melbourne, Australia the waterfalls aren’t that big. Or so I thought…
By Jarred Palanca6 years ago in Photography
A Call into a Chilly Fall
My brother had found me that day crying. I was surrounded by boxes in the new room he so kindly let me stay in. I had just lost my high school sweetheart and the child we accidentally created. He patiently sat on the bed and let me howl about how worthless and lost I felt and about how much I wanted to give up. He gave me a few minutes to calm down and said, “ Grab your camera, Gab. Let’s go on a walk.” It took me a minute to find my old yearbook camera, I finally found it buried in an old box I honestly forgot about.
By Gabby Page6 years ago in Photography
Shimmering Sun
As I sit inside the house, hours ticking by, I can’t help but feel that the sun would be spectacular tonight. So as sundown neared, I grabbed my Canon t7i and headed out back to the farm. The air was fresh and clean, a good sign for a nice summer, but as I looked up, the thought of the clean, crisp air cleared my mind. All I could think about now was the shimmering of the sun just above eye level. My gut was right, the sun is beautiful tonight. I can only think of how much I am enjoying this moment as I snap the perfect picture. However, as quickly as the snap from my camera, the sun has set. I guess I really enjoyed the moment, because I only got one perfect picture.
By Katie Morse6 years ago in Photography
Francesca Andre - Award Winning Filmmaker & Published Photographer
Award-winning filmmaker and photographer Francesca Andre is known for creating rich and opulent work, tackling the complexities of life. Through a beautiful lens she invites you to a world of color, full of passion and triumph. In 2018, Francesca Andre made the 40 Under 40 list of high achievers by Connecticut Magazine.
By Tammy Reese6 years ago in Photography
Good Morning, Kodiak
Hey! Amateur photographer here. I know almost nothing about settings, and my best strategy is "don't breathe", so my hands stay steady and shots don't come out blurry. Which is sometimes very hard to do, depending on my level of excitement. (I'm a really bad concert photographer because of this!) But this shot I captured back in 2013, is still one of my favorites ever, and makes me feel like a semi-professional. (I'm not even close, but it makes me feel that way!)
By Nixx Lea6 years ago in Photography
The Tree and the Trolley
Alone and frustrated, I wander the empty streets with only the light of the moon and the tungsten glow from ageing street lights to guide me. There’s something about empty streets that puts me at ease. I feel at home; I can wander through the night like a ghost without fear of being seen or judged or held responsible for anything. It’s both cripplingly lonely and oddly comforting at the same time. It’s as if, in the dead of night, I finally have a place to belong. In this world of shadow and stillness I’m like a visitor from another time. The world has moved on. People are gone. And only I remain. Forgotten buildings, nothing more than silhouettes against starry skies, tower silently above me. The cracks across their crumbling exteriors could be wrinkles across giant faces – monuments of the people I once knew and will never know again.
By Timothy Smith6 years ago in Photography
Barefoot in Chilly Waters
I’ve been going camping at my parents mountain property my entire life. Possibly hundreds of times as a child. Many of which I have no memory of. My visits as a teenager, felt more like a punishment. As an adult I’ve made only a few trips there with my own family.
By Alexis Didriksen6 years ago in Photography
Quicksand
Ocean Gate is a coastal town in central New Jersey wedged between the Toms River and the rustic pine barrens. It is known for its long neighborhood boardwalk that twists around shallow beaches, fishing piers, and shell-colored houses. When you look out at the water, you can watch double-decker yachts and catamarans pass each other by. The famous Thomas A. Mathis bridge leading to Seaside Heights looms in the distance. Because of its unprecedented beauty, Ocean Gate is where every county local goes to unwind.
By Kathryn Milewski6 years ago in Photography
