We are currently in the depth of a long winter here. I needed to look at some images of flowers! I needed to be reminded that after this long winter that we will have some beautiful sights to see!
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Silk
“You’re going to meet many people with domineering personalities: the loud, the obnoxious, those that noisily stake their claims in your territory and everywhere else they set foot on. This is the blueprint of a predator. Predators prey on gentleness, peace, calmness, sweetness and any positivity that they sniff out as weakness. Anything that is happy and at peace they mistake for weakness. It’s not your job to change these people, but it’s your job to show them that your peace and gentleness do not equate to weakness. I have always appeared to be fragile and delicate but the thing is, I am not fragile and I am not delicate. I am very gentle but I can show you that the gentle also possess a poison. I compare myself to silk. People mistake silk to be weak but a silk handkerchief can protect the wearer from a gunshot. There are many people who will want to befriend you if you fit the description of what they think is weak; predators want to have friends that they can dominate over because that makes them feel strong and important. The truth is that predators have no strength and no courage. It is you who are strong, and it is you who has courage. I have lost many a friend over the fact that when they attempt to rip me, they can’t. They accuse me of being deceiving; I am not deceiving, I am just made of silk. It is they who are stupid and wrongly take gentleness and fairness for weakness. There are many more predators in this world, so I want you to be made of silk. You are silk.”
(C. JoyBell C.)
Dieu et mon Droi
I have the heart of a man, not a woman, and I am not afraid of anything.”
(Elizabeth I of England)
I have the heart of a man, not a woman, and I am not afraid of anything.”
(Elizabeth I of England)
Image by Lori Peterson Photography
Model: Ella Farmer
The Journey
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice —
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do —
determined to save
the only life you could save.”
(Mary Oliver)
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice —
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do —
determined to save
the only life you could save.”
(Mary Oliver)
Fire of the Soul
It’s not a secret that I love the darker images and creating them. For some strange reason I love incorporating gas masks, fire, and anything dark or haunting into photoshoots. I know that some people don’t get “that”, but it’s one of my favorite ways to convey messages about life, death, and fear.
“The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire.”
“There are moments when even to the sober eye of reason, the world of our sad humanity may assume the semblance of Hell. ”
Welcome 2013…
Happy New Year to all of you!
Thank you for your support, encouragement, friendship, and for being the best family, friends, and clients that anyone could ask for!
2013 is going to be a magical year for all of us!
Art Prints {Holiday Gift Idea!}
Looking for a beautiful and unique gift for friends or family?
I have lots of art prints that would make wonderful holiday gifts! Right now if you order the prints you will get free shipping!
Lots of prints to choose from…..
To purchase art prints and get free shipping, make sure you click on the link below!
Promotion expires December 9, 2012 at Midnight Pacific Time.
*Offer excludes Framed Art Prints, Stretched Canvases and Throw Pillows with insert.
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Cemetery Images {December 3, 2012}
This area is noted for it’s odd weather. One minute we will have gorgeous sunshine and the next it will be cold and rainy or snowing and then a few hours later we go right back to beautiful weather. You would think you would at least have an idea of what to expect weather-wise the first week of December. Right? Nope. Wrong! No one expected temps in the 70’s. Gorgeous skies. Simply put….perfect weather! I especially didn’t expect it since I have been so sick for the last few weeks. (Bronchitis and Scarlet Fever….
yes, Scarlet Fever!
My fascination for old diseases served me well, I knew what it was and what to expect!)
Thinking a little fresh air would be good for me, I pulled myself out of bed, grabbed my camera and went out and captured these shots. I then went home and went right back to bed. I did at least TRY to make myself better, but the Scarlet Fever didn’t really cooperate!
I have told people that next I am going to bring back rickets…or scurvy! lol
Bridges {Art Prints}
Just a few recent art prints I created. These bridges are in Forest Park in St. Louis, MO. If you would like to buy any of my art prints, you can go here and browse through some that are for sale…..
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Desolation {Art Prints}
”When through the old oak forest I am gone,
Let me not wander in a barren dream,
But when I am consumed in the fire,
Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire.”
John Keats
Lori Peterson Photo 