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8/27/09

SISTERS...and Mermaids

How do people make it through life without a sister?
~Sara Corpening









8/7/09

"A man's work is from sun to sun, but a mother's work is never done." ~Author Unknown

Women and children, especially mothers who are in the same season as myself, are one of my favorite subjects to capture. Because of the immense love for their family, and their tenacity in everything they do (in most cases sacrificially), they are often dubbed as "Superwomen." As a mother myself, I can attest that is a myth. Moms are merely human, and constant rejuvenation is a must. My own strength comes alone from my Maker Who constantly reminds me to "Be still, and know that I AM God," because I am not (God.)

I hope, I want, to capture and showcase, not only the outer beauty of these women but also, their inner grace that far outweighs the outward appearance that this culture so highly regard.

8/4/09

JANE & BRETT • Images • 08.01.09

Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain,
Unravelled from the tumbling main,
And threading the eye of a yellow star: -
So many times do I love again.
~Thomas Lovell Beddoes










JANE & BRETT • The Bride • 08.01.09

I like her because she smiles at me and means it. ~Anonymous









JANE & BRETT • The Groom • 08.01.09

He is every other inch a gentleman. ~Rebecca West

8/3/09

JANE & BRETT • Friends & Family • 08.01.09

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing in pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. ~Kahlil Gibran














8/1/09

Oakland School for the Arts (Old Campus)

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life,
by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. ~William Faulkner