Showing posts with label photos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photos. Show all posts
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Andrew Lowes Photography
My childhood friend married an amazing photographer who hails from Australia. They moved back from Oz to Vancouver Island a few years ago and Andrew has now set up a studio in his home.
I just wanted to spread the word about Andrew's amazing work as he begins his business here on the south island. I admire his portraits and landscapes, and aspire to take such wonderful and moving photos.
Please visit his website: http://www.andrewlowesphotography.com/ and I hope you might consider him for your next family/maternity/baby photos.
I just wanted to spread the word about Andrew's amazing work as he begins his business here on the south island. I admire his portraits and landscapes, and aspire to take such wonderful and moving photos.
Please visit his website: http://www.andrewlowesphotography.com/ and I hope you might consider him for your next family/maternity/baby photos.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
My future home...
I'll take this one...
Or even this modern one...
There was also this cool haunted looking picture that happened when I forgot to switch my camera settings. Looks spoooooky...
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Melancholy...
All Those Grandmothers
I can see my grandmother's face,
her wrinkles in the logs we walk by
on Island View beach.
If I kissed one,
the salt would sting my chapped lips,
remind me of grandma's favourite candies,
the black salted licorice babies
I hate the taste of,
and I'd rather kiss you.
The driftwood is bleached, the lines
darkened and deepened as it rolls
over and over. You say
we'll grow old together as we walk,
my hand inside yours.
The tide slowly covers the sandbars,
washing over my feet.
All those grandmothers
roll back into the ocean, aging,
break apart silently in the waves,
as you put your arms around me.
I can see my grandmother's face,
her wrinkles in the logs we walk by
on Island View beach.
If I kissed one,
the salt would sting my chapped lips,
remind me of grandma's favourite candies,
the black salted licorice babies
I hate the taste of,
and I'd rather kiss you.
The driftwood is bleached, the lines
darkened and deepened as it rolls
over and over. You say
we'll grow old together as we walk,
my hand inside yours.
The tide slowly covers the sandbars,
washing over my feet.
All those grandmothers
roll back into the ocean, aging,
break apart silently in the waves,
as you put your arms around me.
©Shannon Horlor
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