Once when their world was their playground

Sometime in the late 1930's, my grandparents took this photo on an England beach somewhere up north. 

Young and carefree, just before the war. 

Happy and in love. 

A playful Grandpa way before he got ill and a radiant, relaxed grandma, who in her old age has become so reserved. 

I like to imagine that on this day, nothing in the world mattered to them. 

back to the beginning.

Last week meant going back to basics.

It meant picking up my camera and looking through it with fresh eyes.
what a wonderful insight.
what a perfect way to start back up again. it's been awhile since we hung out.

for photo meditations.

01.02/03

butterflies

"I’m going to teach you how to see the world through

your eyes and your heart, 

and how to translate that into a photograph."    -Susannah Conway

Perfect timing.

I can't wait.....

london polaroids

above photos by ink & post

 Ah, London, how I miss you so....

Above photo from unknown source.

the august break

last year was amazing.

there were days when my photos meant more than words could ever describe, so i have been looking forward to the august break since the beginning of summer.

no rules. no pressure. just simple photography. simple captures.

i can't wait for it to start.

it's just what i need. 

my vintage kind of tuesday

   

This London based interior sylist, Victoria Fitchett, shows her creative side when it comes to showcasing her interior styles on her online portfolio. Very vintage, very mismatched but extremely balanced.

The photography is great, the visual creativity showcases textures, layering, and symmetry. For what it's worth, I think I may love the photography just a tad bit more than the styling, but with my new found love for anything rustic, it's coming up to par with the visual love too.

First seen in one of my blog reads at 79 Ideas .

november dreaming.

 

the dreamer in me wishes to be by the ocean, submerged in waters so deep, listening to the silence of the life beneath the surface of the blue waters. the dreamer wishes to feel the gusts of wind blowing through her dress. she wishes to lay on soft grass, where time stands still for a length of time, with shadows playing behind her lids,  as the sunbeams radiate on her skin while the world around her moves by so quickly.

the dreamer in me wishes to walk through a park full of trees, with pathways that seems endless. she wishes to run through a valley of flowers with stems so long, they tower over her. she pictures riding a bike through a park full of autumn leaves, feeling the winds blow on her face as the wheels circle around and around. she dreams of riding on ocean waves, to feel only the wind powering through her hair as the sun's strong rays burn her skin. 

she wishes to dream some more, over and over again until they become real.

Amel Larrieux - Morning

 Photos by laura olivia baker

.washed out beauty.

I don't usually post my photography inspirations here, it's always been about the art, the lines, the colours, and the details. But I can't help myself this time around.  Maciej Leszczynski on Photography Served immediately caught my eye.

Here, it's the washed out sky, the washed out water that to me, creates power to the subject, power to the photograph.

Her black and whites are also stunning, crisp and detailed but yet she still captures the movement with her slow shutter speed. Her subjects are simple, with no contradictions around it. Just shadow, light, and lines.

And when she shoots in colour, the shots are vivid and alive. It is as if she gives life to still objects, as if they are breathing through the photo.

And now I sit here, with pure camera envy. I sit here dreaming of my next photographic excursion where I can challenge my imagination and my lens. I sit here hoping that it will come soon.

. nightcaps in the city.

day fourteen

.looking through another lens.

day ten.

Sometimes there never seems to be enough hours in the day. Time goes quickly and then when I finally take a breather, I realise that my day has not been captured through my lens. Day ten into the August Break and I failed already. I forget how easy it is to let it slip. I spoke to a friend the other day about how easy it is to forget to paint or draw, write, or even photograph. You make excuses about why you haven't had the time and you come up with reasons why you cannot spare that one hour in a day to live in your creative world. It is only an hour, if that is really all you can spare. I possibly need to stop making these excuses and not let time slip away so easily.

But seeing that there are no rules in the August Break, I have decided not to be too hard on myself and rather end my day with a little creative inspiration. Lauren Treece's photos are a wonderful mix of subdued colours and pure emotion. Nostalgic and vintage. Moody and subdued. I love them and I could look at her photos over and over again.

.day five - remembering.

remembering our honeymoon in Jamaica. Sept 2007.

. day four - creative sessions.

A day spent in design meetings and a photography studio.


These creative sessions bring on the fire that lies inside of me. It ignites that spark and bubbles in excitement.  Creative conversations, insights, views, perspectives. New projects, new concepts, and a whole different side to my creative mind.


A great day.