Month: November 2014

FREELENSED FRIDAYS: NOVEMBER 19TH – NOVEMBER 25TH

There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long,
‘I feel this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong.’
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
Or wise man can decide
What’s right for you–just listen to
The voice that speaks inside.  ~Shel Silverstein

Once again, I am completely blown away by the incredible talent who share with us each week. Sherri xxoo

hamilton creek photography

Hamilton Creek Photography

renee b photography

Renee B Photography

salty air creations

Salty Air Creations

anita cline

My Three Sons Images

cynthia dawson

CD Photography

april kraus

April Kraus Photography

angie mchenry amchenry photography

A. McHenry Photography

privizzini's passion

Privizzini’s Passion Photography

sarah landa

Sarah Landa Photography

joni burtt

Joni Burtt Photography

erin hensley

Erin Hensley Photography

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FREELENSED FRIDAYS | NOVEMBER 12 – NOVEMBER 18

Freelensing. The lens floats. The eye wanders. Light plays along as if in a dance carving arcs and colorful shapes. Bokeh bubbles in the background. All together making a dream.

A few beautiful favorites.

Cate Wnek

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Erin Hensley Photography

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 Three Plus Photography

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Megan Abell Photography

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Momentologie Photography

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Privizzini’s Passion Photography

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HCS Photography

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FREELENSED FRIDAYS: NOVEMBER 5TH – NOVEMBER 12TH

Going through the weeks submissions is always such a treat and joy for me. Each of my favorites touched something inside my soul this week.  Maybe it’s the yummy, delicious light that you captured, or the way each one lends itself to a gentle goodbye to a season that’s drawing to a close. The textures and movement in each one is palpable and make me happy.

Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful freelensing goodness with everyone!!

-celeste

Moments Captured by Lori

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Meagan Abell Photography

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Tanya Nadine Photography

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Nicola Stewart Photography

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Tracy Jade Photography

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Jenn K Photography

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Salty Air Creations

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Freelensed Fridays: October 29th-November 4th

 I have to say that I am loving the fall colors this week as I lack that particular aspect of fall living down in Florida, so keep it up! More beautiful leaves freelensed is a treat!

I also really enjoyed some of the spookier costumes sent in over the Halloween weekend. Freelensing just adds the right amount of  interest and depth in those traditional portraits.  Speaking of Traditional portraits, I love the lines In Jennifer Kapala’s image. That little soft chest echoed in the hard line of the wall, just simple and classic.

I will be camping this weekend and hope to practice some of my own freelensing since it’s been a few weeks.
Everyone keep on sharing your favorites for a chance to be featured on ‘Freelensed Fridays!’

peace,
amanda

 Jennifer Kapala Photography

Jennifer Kapala Photography

 

Joni Burtt Photography

Joni Burtt Photography

 

Louise Zabriskie

Louise Zabriskie

 

N.L.H. Photography

N.L.H. Photography

 

Nicola Stewart Photography

Nicola Stewart Photography

 

Privizzini’s Passion Photography

Privizzini's Passion Photography

 

Salty Air Creations

Salty Air Creations

 

Tami Dailey Nickerson

Tami Dailey Nickerson

The Freelensed Monthly Edition: November 2014

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It is early morning and I have yet to open my eyes.

I know it is dark outside as the light has not yet knocked on the doors of my eyelids. I keep my eyes shut tight so that I can better listen to the world slowly waking up. I listen to the deep sighs of those sharing the tent with me and as I listen to the wind blow through the trees, whistling slowly through the flaps of my ears, I can tell that each one of my companions are still asleep. For that I am grateful. I slowly open my eyes and the first thing I see is nothing. Just darkness. The sun has not peeked over the tops of the glaciered mountains around me. Though I can feel the sharp sting of the cold air around my face, I know that the earth remains slowly circling the sun as I can feel the heat of our star rising through the ground, torrents of sunbeams that will cast everything in its golden glow in just a little while. My eyes slowly adjust to the dark, and as they do, I see the faint blue-gray light that first hints of the day to come. I quietly get out of my sleeping bag and pull on my sweater. While grabbing my boots and other woolens, I ever so softly unzip the tent’s door. I wince as the sound of the zipper seems to resound off the walls of our tent, as deep as a loud “hello!”echoes and bounces off a canyon wall. I turn my head to cast a furtive glance at my tent mates. Not one of them stirs. I sigh with relief as I climb out into the dark campsite, with the wind quickly biting at my cheeks and my mouth steaming out plumes of steam.

My feet tentatively feel the cold sharp needles and frosted dirt, and despite the frigid air, there is a part of me that longs to walk barefoot over to the cold campfire. I am briefly frozen in the indecision, then chose to throw logic to the wind that tickles my cheeks. I walk, feet stinging on the cold ground, my arms clumsily filled with my boots and layers of clothes to the fire pit. I sit on one of the logs as I pull on my boots, my hands shaking from the thrill of acting like a child as well as from the bitter cold. Once dressed, I look up at the sky that will slowly turn a bright blue in just a bit. I can still see Orion’s belt, and though the sky is still a deep navy, the last bits of the Milk Way have been swallowed up by the soon to be seen sun. It is her way of whispering that she is almost here, dancing just behind the mountain range. I don’t want more light just yet, I don’t want the sun to come up and wake the others.

I just want to be here, in the quiet, here sitting, here, with the ache of the cold wood finding its way into my skin.

-Rebecca Coursey-Rugh A Wondered Life 

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 Amanda O’Donoughue Photography

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Anna Christine Photography

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A Wondered Life: Rebecca Coursey-Rugh

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Everyday Photo Bliss: Celeste Pav

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Sherri Davis Photography November Freelensed Monthly

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Lindsey Bergstrom

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Cate Wnek

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