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Tag : AZ Photography

09 Dec 2017

Self Portraiture In the Desert

You can not petition the sun for flare! Wild wild rest Sunshine Synapses   Walk on the wild light About the Artist: Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona, with her husband, two children, and two dogs. Her artistic journey has taken many twists and turns but photography and writing have become the primary outlets for her artistic expression. She is an artist at Offset.com, her work/photography has been published by Lensbaby and Beyond the Wanderlust. She can be found on Instagram @natalie_a_wheeler. […]

02 Dec 2017

Amos at 8

      What is your favorite color? Blue What is your favorite movie? Nacho Libre What are your favorite foods? Ice cream, cake, beans What are your favorite activities? Making slime, football and baseball What are your favorite books? “Dogman” and “Don’t Let the Pigeon Ride the Bus” and… given to him on his birthday, after the interview he wants to add: “The Illustrated Compendium of Animal Facts.” What are your favorite drinks? Soda and Hot Chocolate What is […]

30 Nov 2017

the rose

“The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.” -Sa’adi Shirazi   “I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.” – Eleanor Roosevelt     View previous self-portrait post here:  nightly programming About the Artist: Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona, with her husband, two children, and two dogs. Her […]

29 Nov 2017
22 Nov 2017

Behind the Pixeled Curtain

“Behind the Pixeled Curtain” Whatever your physical appearance, status, or attachments, it seems it is impossible to escape judgement.  Dig deep, learn all you can about yourself and your own opinions.  If you choose to create according to those beliefs, you are already stronger than those on the sidelines judging, and it won’t take long to always hear your voice over theirs.  This is your shield of self-love, that no one can take from you.         About […]

20 Nov 2017

Reasons Why

Reasons why I “shouldn’t” share this photo: 1)  I do not fit the narrow and confining standards of female beauty our society holds absolute because  I’m 4’ 11.”  I have been ridiculed my whole life about my stature/physique.  I am reminded of this almost every time I leave the house, as typically someone makes a comment to me that leaves me really knocked down.  It’s taken me nearly 30 years to figure out how to find a healthy outlet for […]

07 Nov 2017

Hammock Happy

Forest camping… Being in the forest transcends the written word.  The closest I can get to communicating how I feel, is that an exchange takes place, at a very deep level.  Each time I go, part of me is left there in the forest, and I take part of it with me.  What I take, and what I give is not tangible and it’s not greedy.  It might sound crazy to say that the forest needs anything from us.  Afterall, […]

12 Sep 2017

Out of Range

“Out of Range” Sometimes they whisper… sometimes they scream, on the border of my dreams. But I was misunderstood, heart-soft, and obscured by my naive rain. A trade off for pleasure in pain… for what I didn’t see, didn’t know. If I listen will they help me grow… out of this nonsense-sense mind of mine again. To feel alone in time knows no end, So I listen… Listen to them, those are the lines. They bend again… and again. The branches align… […]

01 Sep 2017

She Said

She Said She said she’d stay, and soft and steady she ran. She said she can’t… she said maybe she could again. She said she’d speak, and just listened anyway. She said it’s okay, her words have another gateway. She said it with full bated breath… and fingertips pressing the back of her neck. She said it without turning around to connect. She said it in a silent scream with her face in the floor. She said it in thoughts […]

20 Aug 2017

The Confines of Escape

The Confines of Escape Wandering a monochrome dream, she feeds coins to a vintage machine. Trying to follow her one line in and one line out… To silence the sound of no sound above the ground. Breathing heavily… She barely breathes… Her slingback shoes have broken down, her Cartwheel hat flew miles to another town. Barefoot and ahead of the rain she jumps in her Alfa Romeo, like a sparrow with a broken wing tries to fly… within the shadows […]