this is a family portrait we are treading that path altogether. Somehow the wind thought we ought to be there at this very time, here, altogether: five of us, specks of dust on a silver screen. Beings pushed around, running left to right through the platform of this old game called life. xxx, Noémie.
give up your idols they're no longer needed but carve your own path out of the driftwood given to you, freely. that's all there is to it. that's all there is to it. ~~~ An owl appearing out of a piece of driftwood I was carving... xxx, Noémie.
How do you measure a dream? In feet, grams, litres, brush strokes? Meters of films stashed somewhere? Dancing quietly upstream, With the sharp eyes of an hawk, Storm of meteor showers. How do you measure life, then? Do you count every in breath? Mile stones, friends, foes, tales or wealth? Count their blessings up to … Continue reading From the ashes you will rise
Here is a recent photoshoot I did recently with young upcoming power lifter, Archie Reid. Archie is planning on beating the dead lifting world record in his age category soon and needed some pictures… Noémie.
This morning I was up and about at 4:30am, thanks to my lovely cat Henry who likes to wake me up around that time because he wants me to open the door, so he can go back to sleep on/under the deck chair on our patio (weather depending that is). So I get up, like … Continue reading Dawn adventures
Staying still, saying nothing, Even when I'm dying to. But Think. Think: Consequences Before she even attempts To articulate your thoughts.
Brown bird, on the fence Say nothing, stay still. A mindset, a stream. Breathe deep, change the lens No sliding down hill. Life is but a dream.