|Prints plz! Might as well help some artist right|
New Photography Idea...Get LostSo this past weekend I decided to go on a trip. I randomly decided on the Grand Canyon and just hit the road. I think I spent an equal amount of time driving as I did staying there, but I took a bunch of little side roads in order to see new stuff. I just explored. It almost made the GC boring because I wanted to get back on the road. So I came to a conclusion.New Photography Idea...Get Lost by S2Photos
A lot of people have said things like "It's not the destination, but the journey that blah blah blah". I can kind of now see what they meant, but far more literal. Literally, the journey was more exciting than the GC. So I've decided to get lost more often. Maybe once a week just take some random roads and a camera and a good map. Let's see what happens...
Ten Minutes From HomeTen Minutes From Home by tinkerbelly
The scent and warmth of his body was still clinging to her as she wearily climbed into her car, her confessional, her only friend to whom she spills all of her thoughts and secrets. She did not want to leave. Not because of the fact that she loved spending time with her boyfriend, but because he protected her. He kept her safe without even knowing what he was doing. She did not want to go home to the one who does not care, the one who uses her. She could not stay though. If she is much later he would show no mercy.
The drive home could not last long enough. She could not play her music loud enough. Time could not stand still. She wanted to turn around and flee in the opposite direction. She wanted to fly away from this mess. The last moment of her freedom came as she turned onto her street. Dread filled her body. She was no longer scared. Fear was something that she conquered long ago. But the dread and knowledge of the physical and mental pain to come engulfed her. She still hurt from
|I have an idea about photography. I agree with other artist that suggest all the creativity that goes into their photos. My style is a little different, my environment is my art. The ability to capture time, to remove all distractions and focus on 1 second that would have been lost in time. That is my muse.|