Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
The crown-less again shall be king.
when I was little, I was a prolific artist. It's gotten away from me; My mind's often mired in the daily drudgery of survival. I'd love to be able to live as an artist--just make a living taking beautiful pictures. Alas, I don't see how.
when I'm out and about :) This picture was the view from my apartment balcony. I have A LOT more if any of you guys want me to post some more, but I just love photography, it's another form of art that I guess you could say I'm talented in. Does anyone else love taking pictures...
I love getting out and finding run down places or out of the ways spots and capturing that moment. I wish I had more time for photography tho...
practice makes perfect...i need more practice haha also i loving just taking pics it my release. It something that just makes me happy...
Often , i have looked at photography as a way to record my artwork on film to show to galleries until i guessed that i could ,also use it to create compositions for picture images the same way that a painter uses lights and darks to create images on a blank stretch of canvas. In...
they are beautiful. Old castles and the way they can be captured, with parts already crumbling, yet still standing so dignified. The lovely photos of lakes, that seem so regal and calm with reflections of nature. The night, the royal blue sky, the stars and moon, they shine so...
common than it seems to be at first. I think the photographic eqipment is today so advanced, so well oriented that we are able to make a really fantastic photographies. Of course, we, photographers, must respect some rules of privacy, safety and well temper. Somebody could say...
when no one else can and put it on paper to capture that moment for a life time... I think people tend to walk around with their eyes closed, not enjoying the beauty of simple things around them. My eyes are always open, my camera is always ready.
and a believer
and I am neither
and I stopped counting when I realized that
no one was playing that game no more
and the streets are alive with lungs and fire
and I hurt myself
trying to save you from the past