Somewhere between the ages of 4-7, I was playing connect-the-dots without a ruler and with bright colored markers. I didn't connect them in numerical order, as I should have because what did I really know about numbers? It's not like I grew up a typical Asian and already learned that ahead of pre-K...oh wait. Well, what was meant to look like a cow jumping over the moon turned into ET on a psychedelic trip in another dimension. Lines were drawn off the pages, on to tables and even the walls. I connected them the way I felt like doing so, and didn't let numbers tell me what to do!
Read MoreWhat Fall Leaves Behind
I took these photos almost two months ago and had this post sitting in the draft section for about the same amount of time. Sometimes I just have photographs in my mind, and I ponder what words should accompany the post. It isn't that I think a photograph is not enough to say those thousands of words you want people to see, but more so that I want to be thoughtful about where the photograph came from or maybe why I took that photo. It's also more for my own reference, but I guess I don't always need words to fill a page. That's the whole point of a photograph, right? Well, I've been at a loss of words lately. No matter where I walk, what I read, I'll zone out into time and space. I look back at my past a lot, while trying to move forward. But, here I am in the present. And, this is really all the precious time I get. This time now, and this time presently.
Read MorePortrait Diaries: Light
Today's shoot was all about light: natural daylight, starry LED lights and light from my other new camera toy. This isn't my first time photographing the beautiful Nastassia, and I am sure it won't be the last. Below are just a few of my favorites.
Read MoreA Moment of Blurry Vision
Have you ever felt empty inside? You're not feeling sad, happy, excited, or any basic emotion. Your vision, unable to focus on what is before. You blankly stare at something insignificant and your foreground becomes the background because this time your mind is controlling a blurry gaze. You could break free of this trance if you had to and gain back the focus, but when you let the mind free, the meter moves further away from center and everything is unclear.
Read MoreEvery Rose Has Its Thorn
I have a new found respect for florists. Whether it's a simple assortment for a party of one or many extravagant centerpieces for a larger event, the art of making a beautiful floral arrangement takes time, patience, some prickles of blood and a really good pair of shears.
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