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Tag : Natalie Wiseman Wheeler

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, […]

31 Oct 2017

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween! This year for Halloween we welcomed a dead football player and a vampire into our house.  Luckily they were very friendly, handsome and beautiful.  They obliged my desire to take photos of them in the garage with my smoke machine.  The vampire has a strong inner actress, is involved in theater and singing, so she particularly enjoyed showcasing her costume and vampire expressions.  For these photos, I used the following lenses: Canon 50mm f/1.4, Lensbaby Edge 80, and […]

28 Oct 2017

Late Summer Bloom

Morning asthma. It’s always scary. Even when it’s mild. He wanted to stay home. He could have gone to school. We are trying to find the balance. Safe at home. Safe at school. We let him stay home. He wanted chocolate pancakes. I  made him chocolate pancakes. He loves honey. It’s raw. It’s local. It’s late summer bloom. It might help his allergies. It was a beautiful morning. He was fine. He is fine. He will be fine.     […]

17 Oct 2017

Edge of Thirty-Seven

Upon waking on Tuesday, October 3rd,  I was struck with an intense desire to start writing.  I skipped my daily five mile morning hike and picked up my pen instead.  The day before had been full of heartbreak for many, myself included.  With the horrific mass shooting at a Las Vegas concert and Tom Petty’s passing, I felt uncontrollable sadness.  I  knew I needed to figure out how to channel that sadness into something else that would help me refocus […]

08 Oct 2017

My Journey Story with Lensbaby

I got my first DSLR camera in 2010.  I just wanted a camera that would take better pictures of my children, who were toddlers then.  At the time, I had no idea that photography would become the primary vessel through which I would develop my craft as an artist.  When I step back and look at my whole life picture, however, this all began well before I got that Rebel T2i DSLR in 2010.  My photography is very personal and […]

18 Sep 2017

Woodland Mogwai

Deep in the woods of the Coconino National Forest, this child revealed to us a character from within that we had not seen before. He can be described as a “Woodland Mogwai.” The forest brings out many things within ourselves if we let it…and I am so glad to have met “Woodland Mogwai,” he is very special and extremely witty. His sense of humor and clever phrases had me laughing harder in a 48 hour period than I can ever […]

18 Sep 2017

Those who love you, will love all of your dimensions…

When I showed my daughter this photograph, I wasn’t sure what her reaction would be. For a child who is almost smiling, singing, laughing to the degree it’s infectious, this moment tells a different side of her. Something deep, fierce, intense and incredibly strong. I was hoping she would share the pride I felt for her in this self-scenario…this portrait. I wondered if she would see her toughness and embrace it along with all of the other wonderful parts of […]

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 […]

08 Aug 2017

Plastic Mary

Plastic Mary Sitting among white static A portrait of the oldest plastic Young Mary Magdalene Feeling fine with her so-called crimes Her mind dressed to the nines Leaving behind her old tattered prayer The Seven demons in her hair Pulling out the truth and lies As her soul slips side to side Reading washed up scrolls from ancient tides Wayward she roams through the desert sand Alone in thought, she takes her only stand Above the stories that always change […]