This is my seven year old niece before her dance recital, and after she had sneakily put on her mom’s lipstick.
She looked beautiful in black and pink outfit and she was the best dancer in the whole place. She told me later that her dance teacher told her that she had to be a “Brave Soul”, since her dance partner failed to show up. I did not realize until then that her dance was to be done with a partner. She filled in the missing pieces well, and danced her heart out with her invisible partner.
Time flew by so fast. It seems like just yesterday I was teaching my little seven year old niece to rollerblade. Last week I had the honer of photographing my niece before she goes off to her High School Prom. And I most say, she did look quite gorgeous in her silver-grey dress and black and silver accessories. My little niece is all grown up now. It seems as though “Light Years” were passing right before my eyes as I was shooting this Limo shot.
In the shadiest part of the garden, hidden in the meddle of a cluster of tall trees, live a sea of Bluebells. When the glow from the sun glimpse through the trees, it turn the Bluebells into a lavender Field Of Pleasure.
I don’t get to visit Boston as often like I use to, but every time I am there I make sure I get a good beer with my seafood.
After getting exhausted shooting vials of flowers, my tired fingers accidentally shifted the focus ring, the camera then refocused and caught a glimpse of the reflection of the flowers in the vial next to it. Before I could give my consent, the camera fired one shot.
I don’t see bonfires as much as I use to. But when I do see bonfires, they are usually encircled by a few homeless guys standing around an old metal barrel trying to stay warm.