While I was searching for a scene that was open to photography, I was approached by this pleasurable Indegineous man who had offered me to
take photographs of the land he owned. As he drove me to this vast scenery, I was struck with the many fascinating components that my
inner-photographer mind, heart, and soul admired.
As the sun rose and its golden rays shined on the rocks’ mittens’, this enhanced the rocks shape and size, making them appear larger and more prominently. The West and East Mitten Buttes that were rising above the ground were brought to life because of the sun’s ability to stretch out its light to the ends of the Earth. Not only was it the sun, but also the clouds’ warm colors that held this photograph together as it continued the landscape’s theme of a large-scale, intimate, and warm atmosphere.
The air was crisp. The sky was painted with thousands of stars. The road was empty. The mountains were deflecting a scenic view between the road and the wondrous milky way.
I had been visualizing a moment where I could capture the stars and milky way in the night sky. In Oregon, this dream soon transformed into
a reality. The milky way, shining stars, and the empty road, pulled this photograph together. The road with its unique feature compliments the night’s stars and galaxy.
Capturing this dreamy photography required meticulous measurements, timing, and lighting in a specific time of the year.
The infamous border of New Jersey and New York, with skylines and city life, skyscrapers, and an active, never sleeping population. This skyline needed to be photographed no matter the circumstance. As I had set up my equipment on the Statue of Liberty Island, my hands turned to ice, and I could barely lift the camera since this photograph was
taken in January. Even with these obstacles and a few hours of waiting for the perfect scenery, this sensational view came to be.
With not only beauty but history, this photograph consists of the Ellis island where many immigrants including Armenians fled to in 1915 as well as the Brooklyn Bridge which was the first-ever roadway that connected Manhattan and Brooklyn.
Although wind can not be seen physically, we can still feel the cool and crisp sensation that allows us to know that it’s there. This is a similar phenomenon when describing love; an emotion that is within us all, yet its physical essence can not be seen
As I walked into this cave, I had a sudden urge to look up which then revealed to me the sun shining into the cave, revealing these rocks’ surplus and bright colors. The rocks took the formation of my inner assumption regarding the shape of wind. It was portraying a frozen yet swirling presence, all the while revealing a heart to show that although we can not see all things, these forces of nature and emotional feelings are still alive and within us all.
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