I believe that travel enriches ones soul and human experience. Personally, the kind of travel that excites me the most is when it is random and spontaneous. This quick visit to San Francisco with two of my new found friends was very refreshing.
The view of the fisherman's wharf while feeding ourselves with warm bowl of clam chowder in a cold, crisp air made this experience absolutely memorable.
I decided to add a layer of lighter color correction and contrast in my photo story to remind me of this delightful energy it has left me.
I think nature is a terminology with a profound meaning built to it. It's Latin origin , Nat or Natura means course of things, natural character and the creation of the universe. Whether I am gazing at a beautiful tundra of yellow Aspen trees in Montana or witnessing the breathtaking snowfall blanketing Mount Bachelor in white, I make sure to lock in every vivid moment in my memory. Being out in nature fills my spirit with delight, love and the sense of oneness because I am part of this wonderful creation.
To end this note, I would like to share with you a poem from Marian, entitled " Nature Girl".
In sequoia forests That's where you'll find me Hidden amongst mountain laurel blooms Under thicket of pine, is where I dream On red dirt path, I lay down To sleep on pillow of tender grass When winter comes I make my home Inside trunk of redwood tree My bed of leaves, I lay upon And dream the short, cold days away Once spring finally returns I shall awaken as before To join the butterflies as they dance But for now, I dream
I decided to include the Airstream in my gallery because of my fascination in the concept of "time travel in a silver capsule".
One of my fondest and priceless memory was at Mono Village by Twin Lakes in California witnessing the sunset and hearing the birds chirp incessantly while having a close encounter with a baby bear.
This photo story collection features my experiences related to this wonderful companion.
My fascination in taking photographs started alongside my career as a make up artist. Because of my observant nature, I was unconsciously absorbing and learning from the most talented directors and photographers in the field of celebrity, fashion, beauty and editorial in Los Angeles,CA.
A few years back my husband gifted me a camera. Now, it is one of my treasured possessions because it helped express myself more creatively. I toyed with it as much as I could to my delight. Almost everyday for three months, I was relentlessly playing with my new toy and taking photographs of anything that evokes a channeled emotion in a specific moment.
In Spring of 2015, I took an image of my best friend, Kendy, in Paulina Lake Oregon with nothing but a golden yellow fabric. This photograph is found in my work tab named "Incarnate" which I consider one of my best work to date.
Princess of Cannes
Poem by Gillian E. Shaw
A stroke of luck and for the day we ventured to an unknown view across the bay What luck! good luck! The south of France and daughter fair her golden hair it was by chance our piece of luck the dress she wore was smart and clean loveliness seen print palm adorned with love and luck we walked a lot. Princess of Cannes with her 'maman' so glam! How hot! Nail varnish stuck! Was but a day we lunched and sipped as boats just dipped that month of May.
Others strutted hither, thither all important seemed unpleasant in a dither still were the yacht just for a day we ventured to a sea blue view but couldn't stay and then for luck we drank a toast they didn't see that it was me along that coast my pride my girl we talked a lot Princess of Cannes with her 'maman' so glam! How hot! Martini stirred. For just a day we lunched then sipped as boats just dipped that day in May.
This year of 2017, I made a commitment to myself to be consciously aware of my habits and patterns in creating art. Just like a change of seasons, my profound love for high contrast black and white photography is slowly diminishing and slowly morphing into a lighter aesthetic.
This gallery is a combination of fashion, landscape and beauty photography.
Incarnate means embody in flesh or human form. This leaves me a set of questions such as , which non-human forms have I occupied? , how many lifetimes have transpired?, how many civilizations did I experience?, what star systems am I from? and the list goes on.
Because of these questions lingering in my mind, I planned a quick trip to Mount Shasta to meet with Susan Isabelle, holder of the Thirteenth Crystal Skull. Susan is a reiki master, trance artist and an author.
Finally, after three years of waiting for my soul destiny reading, I met with this light being incarnate. She was able to channel my own thoughts and concerns through her crystal skull and various deck of tarot cards. I was in awe of her reading from different realms and timelines. What stuck with me the most was when she explained to me in detail the " Cycle of Dreams" in the Mayan calendar. She mentioned that the cycle 2016-2017 is named the " Blue Storm". I am not certain of what it meant but she discussed more phases in this cycle. In summary , we as human beings will progress to "Elegant beings to Golden seeds" who will then be ready to enter the Golden Age.
Poem By Anita
We often wonder, where happiness starts. The journey usually begins, in our individual hearts.
Each of us possesses, our happiness view. We must stick to our values, in the mirror we must be true.
Spending time with others, who we love and deeply care. It's these simple moments in time, every day we'd love to share.
All the fortunes in this world, shall not make our spirits sing. It's amazing how much joy, a baby's laughter seems to bring.
Happiness is processed, a million times inside each mind. The secret is no secret, just be positive and kind.
This feeling that we seek, does not depend on age. We truly hope it follows us, as we turn another page.
Dreams are yours Color them as you like Vibrant hues of the world Are on your palette Paint a rainbow Or, rainbows over rainbows Look up at the sky Lots of colors And explore what lies beyond Over the rainbows And head held high