YoungAdult and Teenager Photography
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Reading the series as a teenager and playing with light. I was sixteen years old and had just started using a Canon Reflex.
A shooting with the beautiful Pia - My Intagram account -
We decided to take this funny picture, which became Cover Photo on the Photo Group Photo Enthusiast and was also published in my fotobook
Because of the terrible death of GEORGE FLOYD I decided to dedicate this beautiful portrait to him.
A spontaneous portrait of the beautiful Masha from Russia
RKO_8807. That was really something special to watch!
Early morning dispute between a raven and a "juvenile" White-tailed Eagle. Challenging light conditions.
Nikon D800 + Nikkor 500F4.
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Roy Orbison!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PLq0_7k1jk
It's always fun to walk down the street with or behind
a really beautiful woman,
for no reason other than to see
how the world reacts to them.
~Jonathan Carroll
Real People Series ~ Candid Street Portraits
I can't believe how many people use drugs to get to feel groovy... when all you need is good music, a pair of ears and a passionate heart!
Drugs suck.
♪♫♫ Theme song for this picture! - "The Creeps" ♪♫♫
#8
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JS2kenvaIuo
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited but I
Couldn't stay away I couldn't fight it
I hoped you'd see my face
And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over
Never mind I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me I beg, I'll remember you said
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead
Own image 6098
Real People Series ~ Candid Street Portraits
Young adult grizzly bear with bright eyes keeps an eye on me as she/he chews on a mouthful of sedge grass near the edge of the forest, Khutzeymateen Inlet, BC.
31/12/2019 www.allenfotowild.com
*Though some of you know me as a fellow Pullip ♥'r, I am also a Young Adult novelist. My current project is called: Me, Jayne, & The Thing.
My deadline is rapidly approaching and I'm finding it difficult to balance both creative passions, photographing my girls and writing. Because constantly thinking about what my girls want to do for their next photoshoot is such a draw on my creativity, I do not have what I need to focus on my project 24/7.
It is with a very heavy heart that I must take a short break from my photos to revive my creativity. I am still available by fm and chat, should anyone want to drop a smile my way and I will still come by to comment on your amazing pics.
Always a friend, always reachable, but giving myself something I've needed for a while. Thank you for your support and understanding ♥. ~PS
Introduction of Me, Jayne, & The Thing:
Twisted-tight. That’s how I’d describe me and Jayne—inexplicably inseparable. Issues? Sure we had 'em but where one was, the other was most likely super-glued to her side—except in some pretty effed-up instances, but we’ll get to that. Needless to say, she was always around when I needed her and I can’t remember many days that I wasn’t tucked up in her room, hiding from my semi-orphaned life . . . but Jayne hid too. Her parents—Mom and step-jerk—were uppity schmancy-pants kinda people and they never would’ve considered my house, a double-wide about four and a half miles away, as a place where Jayne would run for refuge.
Was it an obsession I had with Jayne? You might call it that, but I kinda have to laugh at the idea because it wasn't so much a fixation, as it was that if I wasn't around her, my life ceased to exist in one way or another.
While the same secret that bonded us also had the power to splinter us, I innately knew the only way Jayne would ever be able to move beyond was if she learned to stand alone. It was a double-edged exposition; one that would hurt going in and would dismember our relationship on its way out . . . but that was the entire reason for my existence—to bring darkness to light and help Jayne learn to play dress-up with her skeletons.
It’s a crappy story, but coincidence can be kind and as much as this tale deserves to have its legs tied together and drop-kicked from the hatch of a VW bus on the freeway, Jayne deserves some kind of understanding for what she faced during our friendship. At times beautiful and at times horrifying, this is the story of Me, Jayne, & The Thing.
Disclaimer: If the thought of bothersome big brothers, a little bit of blood, or things that go bump in the night, makes you squeamish, it’d probably be a safe bet for you to set this down and go back to reading picture books. Still reading? Okay . . . but don’t say I didn’t warn you up front, cuz it’s a real sucky road trip with no pee pad for the Maltepoo.
This picture is quite different from everything else that I have been doing lately, which is, to me, refreshing. At this point in my life, everything is a matter of synthesis. All of the thoughts, experiences, and impressions of my life are being accumulated and fused into a single system, into a single being. I feel a connection to my past (my ancestry in my body, my skin, my movements), a connection to the world around me (my sense of self disintegrating into a bigger picture), and a connection to the future (my vision for what is to come flying away from me, out of reach).
This photo went through several stages of being, and at one point I even threatened to burn a hole in it, so as to add text and a more literal perspective. I had a lit match in my hand, this photo in the other, and was about to bring the two together when suddenly my subconscious screamed for me to stop. I always complain about when an artist's "message" becomes too obvious, when it overpowers the creation. An artwork's message is, I think, an entity that should always be left subjective to the viewer, and to add text to this particular image would only serve to defeat that purpose.