in every story.
it always comes down.
to the point of view.
who gets to judge the villain.
or name the hero?
maybe we should learn to read.
what wasn’t written.
and without titling the book.
before we reach the ending.
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I used to be afraid of the dark. Not in the traditional sense though. I used to be afraid to shoot in the dark. I also was afraid to shoot in the light. If my lighting situation wasn't absolutely perfect I found myself giving into the fear. When I say perfect I mean something that would fit the asthetic of my social media feed, or look like what everyone else was like, or something that was taught by someone who had "made it" in the industry.
I missed out on so many opportunities in the past because I gave credibility to an idea that likes, followers, trends and hearts would somehow validate who I was.
It's taken me sometime to unlearn things that we are all taught on a daily basis. Things that really don't mean much in the long run. When I had my little revelation it was like a veil was lifted from my eyes and I could really see for the first time.
This goes way beyond photography but it has definitely changed the way that I work for the better. My focus has shifted to fostering a deeper relationship with my clients to serve them better. Telling stories of love and adventure in a more meaningful and authentic way.
When I let go of my extra baggage, I find myself falling in love with photography more each day. I feel free to be me regardless of a number on a little electronic device.
At the end of the day it's not about me... it's about the people I serve and their story. I'm grateful to all the couples that let me tell their story. Couples like these two who ventured into 120 year old building with me to create something beautiful in the dark. .
There's a special place in hell for me 💀
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Te hace soñar.♥️
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A certain pure and innocent child was received into the Order during the lifetime of St Francis, the convent in which he lived was so small, the monks were obliged to sleep on mats. It chanced that St Francis came one day to that convent, and in the evening, after Compline, he went to rest, so as to rise up early to pray, as was his custom, when the other friars were asleep. The said child had made up his mind carefully to watch St Francis, to learn something of his sanctity, and find out more especially what he did in the night when he woke; and in order that he might not be overtaken by sleep, he laid him down by St Francis, tying the end of the cord he wore round his waist to the one which the saint wore, so that he was sure of being awakened when the latter got up in the night; and this he did so gently, that St Francis was not aware of his contrivance. When all the other friars were fast asleep, St Francis rose from sleep, and finding the child's cord tied to his own, he carefully untied it so as not to awake him and went alone into the wood which was near the convent. Entering into a little cell which was there, he began to pray. Shortly after, the child awoke, and finding St Francis gone, and the cord untied, he rose up quickly and went to seek him. Perceiving the door open which led to the wood, he thought St Francis had gone that way; and entering into the wood, and hurrying on to the little cell, he heard the sound of many voices. Approaching near to hear and see whence they came, he saw a great and wonderful light all round the saint, and in the light was Jesus Christ, with the Virgin Mary, St John the Baptist, St John the Evangelist, and a great multitude of angels, all talking with St Francis. On seeing this the child fell to the ground as if he had been dead. The miracle of this holy vision ended, St Francis rose to return to the convent, and stumbling in the way against the child, who appeared to be dead, with great compassion he took him up in his arms and carried him in his bosom, as the good shepherd is wont to carry his lambs. Having learned from him how he had seen the vision, he forbade him to tell anyone, so long as he, St Francis, lived.