My grandmother on my mom’s side comes from the Read family line, and like her father and many generations before her, she loves to tell stories. She also loves to read, and spend much of her time these days reading books and reading her Bible. Weaker now than she used…
Flash Photo Retouching Breakdown from Metropolitan Magazine. As a social commentary it is useful, but as a guide for how to do photo retouching, its also very useful. Either way it’s informative. Give it a look!
The pianist for a friends Christmas Program. One of my first "official" event gigs.
Few things are as beautiful or made to suit cold and grey weather like the runes and designs of the Celts. Always did love the particular asthetic of the Celtic Cross and the Endless Knot.
She reminds me of a greek maiden. Maybe its the lack of arms…
I don’t know why I named this one Angeline, except that it seemed fitting.
He holds that cross as though his soul depends on it.
I like the mournful expression on his face. In recent days his expression has been remeniscient of my moods. Wishing for something, hopes and desires unrequited.
Ok, so more photos from my trip to Bellefontaine Cemetery. I have about a week or so’s worth of these, then hopefuly onto more newer stuff.
I like this version better. The monochrome adds impact, mostly because of the deeper shadows I think.
I am terribly sorry about the break in photos. Hopefullly, I shall be able to get back to normal posting very soon. I do have a couple photos for you though, taken a couple months ago at the Saint Louis Scottish Games held in Forest Park. There was a bird…
This angel reminds me of what I would expect to appear before the empty tomb of Christ, proclaiming, "He is not here, He is risen as He said!".
