We certainly overslept and missed sunrise photo’s on the beach! BUT, I fell in love with a walking stick at Bob and Haven’s house and asked if we could use it for photos. Part of my heritage is Cherokee Indian and I remember growing up when my grandfather used to make walking sticks… This was a special part of the photo shoot for me.. For this day I had both Haven and Bob taking photos and the above photo was taken by Haven.. she loves to Fill the Frame with light.. and this photo.. well It is filled with light and love…
These shots were taking at Jupiter Inlet and I kept calling it Jupiter outlet, but really the water goes out from the Earth into the Ocean, inlet ~ outlet does it really matter LOL?
Again another shot by Haven. My friend Haven was so into the “stick” photos, I believe she could feel my raw emotion and love of my heritage and ancestors as I stood my ground with pride. Often in my life I misuse the word beauty where what I really want to say is powerful.. Haven filled the frame with powerful beauty that you can see when you look inside my stained glass windows that lead to my soul and tell my story!
Another shot by Haven, she keeps filling her frame with something she see’s sparkling in me.. This photo is very powerful to me, in the past 2 years I have really worked through some of my life issues and repeating patterns. I have cut ties with friends, left jobs and unraveled and re-weaved patterns of my life. During this I have found myself at times exhausted and other times illuminated. This photo, reminds me of my healing self work. It also reminds me where I came from and my Native American roots…I suppose you might say I am an old school pipe carrying tree hugger… LOL… If you find anything political about that statement, I suppose you have never met a Cherokee Indian… we hug trees!
Another shot by Haven… I am paying special attention to her right now because she so enjoyed shooting the “stick” photos… I suppose I will share a bit about my ancestors. My Maternal Grandmother is Cherokee Indian and my Paternal grandfather is also Cherokee, his name is Sizemore and we are of a tribe of Cherokee that originated in the Mountains of North Carolina. They referred to us as Stick People. Oh, I can laugh at myself here and tell you, no one ever called me a stick.. I was always a Size MORE… LOL…In all honesty here, there was a time in my life I would have never admitted I was Cherokee… after all I was fair skinned and strawberry blond hair… I really did not know who I was and rather than figure it out, I tried to be everyone else… Truth is I AM who I AM… The only way I could become the person I was meant to be, was to acknowledge who I AM… I feel like singing a Cher song right now.. could someone bring me a Horse and a Video Camera… Oh yea and a Headress!
My favorite of Haven’s Stick photos!!! This shot tells the story.. I imagine you can read the words by the look on my face… Yes, I have stepped into the never ending supply of power… it is really quite shocking!
Stay tuned for I’ve Been Exposed part 4….