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Three faces {The Chapinas from Guatemala}

2013-03-06 22:31:26

I am a lucky gal! For starters, I really enjoy what I do. I get to travel and meet amazing people around the world. Most often than not I will have time to go out around the location, and snap a couple frames of my sorroundings. In this case, I wanted to capture the people from those places in a non – photojournalistic style. I wanted to ask them their names, who they where, how many kids they have, if they live in the town… and so on. When you take the time to find a little bit about the person who you are photographing, beatiful things happen. You get a peek into that person’s true character.

 

Meet Tomasa. Tomasa has several children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. She is from the outskirts of Antigua, and was on her way to the marker. No one had ever told her she was beautiful. This is the moment in between her feeling embarrassed and bursting out in laughter.

Meet Claudia. Claudia has one child. She works at the central market. It is quite common to find albino native Guatemalans. Because of her being an albino woman, light sensitivity is something which I had to keep in mind while photographing her. Even though I placed her in the shade, it was still hard for her to not show her discomfort.

Meet Monica. She is the daughter of a flower seller. She is 4 years old and loves the color pink. She was helping her mom with arranging the flowers at the market.  It is a daily occurrence to see children walking the streets of Antigua by themselves. Since Antigua is such a small town, and everyone knows everyone, the children of the town feel safe roaming the streets without their parents.

Guatemala is a beautiful country, and I am looking forward to taking another trip there, sooner rather than later!

 

NEW EVERYTHING!!!

2012-09-11 13:00:47

So this is the super awesome news I have been waiting to share with all of you! I HAVE A NEW WEBSITE AND BRANDING! WOOHOO!!!! It has been a fun and creative journey, searching for inspiration and looking for the definition of what my style and vision is. What I had before, although it satisfied my needs at the time and fulfilled its purpose, It wasn’t even close to conveying who I am and what my photography is all about. I hope that by updating EVERYTHING, from  adding new images, updating the look, adding new social media features, client reviews and making sure that everything is consistant, my current and future clients are now able to engage in a deeper level.

So feel free to click on everything, play all the videos, look through the gallery,  share it with your friends and make sure to drop me a message letting me know how much you like it!

I also want to thank the amazing team at Ambush Studio, Juan, Amanda and Pablo, for doing such a fantastic job!!!

Dilemma {A poem}

2012-03-19 09:37:50

If I were mild, and I were sweet,
And laid my heart before your feet,
And took my dearest thoughts to you,
And hailed your easy lies as true;
Were I to murmur “Yes,” and then
“How true, my dear,” and “Yes,” again,
And wear my eyes discreetly down,
And tremble whitely at your frown,
And keep my words unquestioning
My love, you’d run like anything!

Should I be frail, and I be mad,
And share my heart with every lad,
But beat my head against the floor
What times you wandered past my door;
Were I to doubt, and I to sneer,
And shriek “Farewell!” and still be here,
And break your joy, and quench your trust-
I should not see you for the dust!

– Dorothy Parker

 

Bird {A poem}

2012-01-26 09:25:09

It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air –
and there, night came in.

When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography –
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.

– Pablo Neruda