‘My Style’ Show

 

a-saint

Saint

c-still

Still

d-soul

Soul

 

My photos tell a story in their individuality. They are not related to each other, story wise, but they all have a certain style and feeling to them. My work tends to use harsher lighting, such as the camera’s flash, to create contrast. The colors complement each other and are never too bright. I use texture a lot by photographing subjects with lots of small details. I am proud of my photos because they show how I see the world, as an artist. I wouldn’t change anything about these pieces, except for maybe make the cathedral photo less grainy. I’m very happy with how these pieces turned out.

rose hips

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When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone.

That vanishing loveliness,
That burdening breath,
No bond of life hath then,
Nor grief of death.

‘Tis the immortal thought
Whose passion still
Makes the changing
The unchangeable.

Oh, thus thy beauty,
Loveliest on earth to me,
Dark with no sorrow, shines
And burns, with thee.

When The Rose Is Faded- Walter de la Mare