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I feel really lucky to have gotten the chance to capture this scene :)
This was taken right before sunset in Valdez, Alaska. Absolutely breathtaking.
I have always loved lighthouses and never really known why. First, let me start off by saying how much I love this site not only because of the free flowing creativity, but also because it challenges me to think critically about art and beauty.
I love how lighthouses emit light at night and serve as a guide for seafarers who would not see obstructions otherwise. Lighthouses protect, they guide, and they keep one on their destined path. This idea also got me thinking about how people could serve as lighthouses. Who's yours?
I love how lighthouses emit light at night and serve as a guide for seafarers who would not see obstructions otherwise. Lighthouses protect, they guide, and they keep one on their destined path. This idea also got me thinking about how people could serve as lighthouses. Who's yours?
I was exploring the concept of stars vs. streetlights and I found it ironic that the natural beauty of stars is most visible in wide unpopulated spaces, whereas in cities, people gathered and created their own stars. The natural beauty of stars is hard to compete with, but I also think that city lights are unique products of human creation. They are both beautiful and both are our night lights.
When the radiance of the star ceases,
Another luminous star comes to light.
The stamina of the world decreases,
And so it hastily becomes the night.
Welcoming the warm sheets as if it were
The shore welcoming the ocean, I lay
My weary soul and spent limbs where I stir,
While the spirit of my mind runs astray.
Being in bewilderment, with the fear
Of what the morrow brings, I wait for rest.
Waiting for a foreshadow to appear,
As the thoughts of uncertainty protest.
One awaits the unveiling of their dreams,
Knowing that they’re deeper then what they seem.
Another luminous star comes to light.
The stamina of the world decreases,
And so it hastily becomes the night.
Welcoming the warm sheets as if it were
The shore welcoming the ocean, I lay
My weary soul and spent limbs where I stir,
While the spirit of my mind runs astray.
Being in bewilderment, with the fear
Of what the morrow brings, I wait for rest.
Waiting for a foreshadow to appear,
As the thoughts of uncertainty protest.
One awaits the unveiling of their dreams,
Knowing that they’re deeper then what they seem.
I was born and raised in New Orleans. With its unique and distinctive aspects, New Orleans is a city that stands alone. I hope this candid snapshot properly represents the beauty of my city.


