Saturday, April 28, 2012

1 year ago

I met a young boy named Noah.  He was only 14 days old at the time of our first shoot.  It truly is amazing how fast time flies when we are caught up in the rat race.  He is now walking and getting into everything he can get his little hands on.

Thank you Sheena for allowing me the opportunity to photograph your son Noah again, you have a wonderful family.


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One year before
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Day 127/Life

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Went to the Biltmore today for the first time

Lightning storms and torrential downpours couldn't stop the group from Weddington Hills Elementary.  The Biltmore house is amazing, the architecture is out of this world.  The attention to every single little detail is simply mind blowing.  I would close my eyes and imagine the people who had lived in this house and how very comfortable they must have lived.  The views of the mountains leave you speechless.

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Day 126/Life

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

From a seed

to a tree, what you plant in your mind, becomes your reality.

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Day 125/Life

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Bird on Fence

Hold on to your dreams, because without them, life is a bird with a broken wing.

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Day 124/Life

Sunday, April 22, 2012

The World

If I could read the mind of our dog Eddie, it would appear something like this.  Cat, lizard, find, sniff, pause, look, bark, sniff, pause, find, look, bark, wait....inside please, bark, water, outside please, bark, cat, lizard, find, sniff, pause, look, bark, wait....inside please, bark, water, eat, outside please, bark, poop, cat, lizard, find, sniff, look, pause, bark, wait....inside please, bark, water, couch, sleep....

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Day 123/Life

Monday, April 16, 2012

The story goes like this...

A long time ago, a young girl was supposed to get married to her one and only true love.  As she stepped out onto her balcony to bask in the glory of the day, the banister broke and she plunged to her death below.  Her parents were so distraught that they abandoned the house and left it to rot. 

The young girl's spirit still roams the house aimlessly, waiting for her wedding night that will never come.  It is said that on the anniversary of her death, a girl can be heard through the house humming the tune to "Here Comes the Bride".
















Day 122/Life

Sunday, April 15, 2012

10 days old

Can you imagine?  What if you could go back in time and apply what you know now, how different would your life be?  Or...is the path you are on now your destiny? 

Little Sally Jane, welcome to a most wonderful world.  You are already blessed beyond belief with such a great family.  I wish you the best in all that life has to offer.

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Day 121/Life

Monday, April 9, 2012

Oh my

I can't wait for August 10th.

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The only thing I used for this shot was Christine Ferguson holding a white reflector to block all of the harsh light falling onto Ashley.  I metered for the face, took the shot and that was that.  Here you have a wonderful portrait with nothing else being used other than a $20 reflector.  I was using my 85mm lens and my settings on my camera were f5.0 at 1/300 sec with an iso of 400.

Photography has nothing to do with equipment, it's all about the light.  Learn to see light and shadows and everytime you blink your eyes, will be like the shutter opening and closing on your camera.  You will see the world so differently and more opportunities will come from this.

Day 120/Life

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Thursday, April 5, 2012

The Incomparable...

Barrington Steed; the magician with the clay, the mathmetician with the words.


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Day 118/Life

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The Cycle

The circle, the beginning, the end, the before, the after, the then, the now, the future...it always will be what you make it.

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Day 117/Life

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

There is a sacredness in tears

There is a sacredness in tears.  They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.  They speak more eloquently then ten thousand tongues.  They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable  love.

Washington Irvin

In respect for my friend who lost his father today.

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Day 116/Life

Monday, April 2, 2012

Ignorance and error

are necessary to life, like water.

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Day 115/Life

Sunday, April 1, 2012

The Stylish Ms. Jessica Stanton

Congratulations on being nominated as Charlotte's top 25 most stylish!!!  Check her out at RevolutionEGO for all of your hair needs also.


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Day 114/Life