Baby In The Forest: Before and After
Compositing opens up another world, a world of imagination where anything is possible and the impossible is real. This is why I love photography in general: it captures a moment and freezes it in time. But what if we take that moment, imagine what it could be, create a story around it, and step into another world?
Stories bring us to other places, our once-dull world now brought to life through the wanderings of our minds. Whether in books, or in dreams, or something else entirely, creativity inspires a more innocent part of us, a part that is filled with curiosity. It opens the ability to explore with childlike wonder once again.
Beautiful Things - The Mask Exhibition
I’ve thought long and hard about how to approach this post, and yet I’m still at a loss for words. The image above is now in The Mask group exhibition in ROME! (March 12-21) The night I got the email from LoosenArt saying it was selected was like an answer to prayer, and I’m continually amazed at how awesome God is and how incredibly perfect His timing is.
We’re all looking for a place to belong. Who am I? Who will I be? Am I good enough? Are we really who we say we are, who others believe us to be?
Imposter syndrome is very real and active in many of our lives. How can we know where we fit in when we’re not fully sure of who we really are? How do we respond when we know we could ever measure up to the seemingly picture perfect lives of those around us?
Sometimes there are opportunities standing in front of us, but fear overtakes us and prevents us from moving forward. Will we take the chance and step through the door, or will we allow the fear and darkness to win?
The scent of old autumn hung in the air and mingled with spring as I walked down the Northampton bike path. I love days like this. Not too hot or too cold, like Goldilocks when she found baby bear’s bed—it was just right, and far too perfect to resist.
So many people were out today, I suppose they had the same idea, get outside and enjoy the fresh air before we’re hit with more snow.
Stuck Inside My HeadI’ve always felt bad for bettas, alone in their tiny cups on a rack with hardly any room to swim or move around in. I’ve often wondered what sort of life they have, alone in a cage, when in other circ…