Black Coffee Action

I've released my first curve as a token of my appreciation for all of my supporters :] I would be nothing without you guys. 

About the Curve: Black Coffee is a set of a curve and action that work together to create a timeless dusty film look of black and white photographs. Download both for the action to work (it uses the curve). 

I would love to see your results! 
Email me at: photography.preciousmoment@gmail.com

Brambles and Tumbleweed

Her hair is fire, redder than the wildest flame

Skin as white as milk, speckled with roses as red

We know her as the carrier of the suitcase, picker of flowers,

She sows her story among the brambles and tumbleweed.

City Dreamer

Dream--for yourself. Explore to feed your desire and satisfy your mind. People talk, so let them. They'll never stop doing what they do, so neither should you.

These photos were taken a while ago when summer was still ripe, and I love them for the memories they leave behind

The Circus Traveler

Among wild children and tame tigers,

Wanders the Circus Traveler.

Underneath a mask of skin and shades,

A bag packed with memories,

Looking for the one he left all those many years ago,
When he became the Circus Traveler.

Broken Boats of Golden Hour

Her hair covered her face, as she stepped in the rays of the golden hour. The land was lit on fire, the sky was burning. She slowly stepped down from the boat, and into the world.

Blossom of my Heart and Mind

I lay here as the flower branches canopy my lids and the grass bed becomes my cushion. Air, pure wind, cradles my face. Images flash through my mind as it creates another whole world. Water kissing my feet and sand tickling my toes, clouds on the tips of my fingers, and glitter on my eyelids. I see the world through the permanent lens that's built into my mind. It leaks through my fingers and seeps into the photographs that I create. Every 4 by 6 frame holds a different story: a moment, frozen to sift through moments later or years after. 

For me, and I am sure for many others, photography began as a simple click of the camera in my hands. I clicked anything and everything, from salt shakers to butterflies in my backyard. Then it leaked into the way I viewed everything around me. Now it's more than a hobby. It's a passion that I feel uneasy without. The familiarity of the camera sidling my face is like eating food and drinking water. But as with everything else, photography comes with its ups and downs. When the ideas of your mind don't translate into your photographs, into something solid that you can hold and touch and show, frustration begins to creep along the edges of your conscience. But even this, I've learned, is part of growing and molding as a photographer. Face each hurdle with a clear mind and fresh ideas, and the hurdles will slowly lessen. Photography is a blossom that needs watering and care. Only when you are determined in your endeavors will you notice the blossom turn into a flower.

No Boundaries

My new diary exclusively on my facebook page! Click the photo to see it.

Daisy's Child

Soft creamy white petals cradle my room in the airy morning light while a sweet serenade ring a tune in its corners. It felt wonderful to run my fingers along the shutter button of my camera and lift the strap around my neck. My cousin is over and so, of course, I dressed her up in daisies from our front yard and told her to "say cheese!".

Tired Bones

Summer is passing in a slow lull. It feels like I have too many ideas and no way of making them come to life. Photographs pulse through my veins and run through my head at night, while I stare at the ceiling and envision tales through the lids of my eyes. Everything I want to do and want to see this summer is packed in a big folder filed in my brain. 

While my mind becomes a river of swirling thoughts and ideas, I'm stuck at home studying for exams coming in a few months or working. My camera is catching dust and all I can do is watch. At night my bones are tired and I curl up to read Jane Eyre with a cup of tea.

I promised myself that this beautiful summer will not pass between the walls of my home and the pages of my study book. So I will have adventures and brush the dust of my camera. I will go on film adventures with my new Holga and print dusty looking photographs to stack in my journal. I will work, yes, but I will spend time with friends and laugh equally. I will make this summer one to remember.

To Grow Trees

We played with dirt underneath our toes and leaves in our hair. We cradles ourselves in the branches and we grew like the trees. Like balloons with cut strings, I realized, life is so fleeting. We travel our life without knowing where the time goes, and all we can do is live in the here and the now.

I Dream of Windows

Light bounces off the dusty walls, it hits the glass of the opaque windows. I dream of light that dances on the wooden floor, it creates shapes of a child's book. I see light that looks like a dream as it fills the corners of the dusty room and the swirls it paints on the far side of the small room. The light when it's trapped behind a wooden door, escaping only through a tiny opening of its keyhole. Can I open the door?

Instagram Me

Things change, people leave, and time goes on. Life doesn’t stop for anyone.

Urban Tiger

We roamed the streets and crossed lights, weaving through people in the city. We shopped later in the afternoon, came across a quiet bookstore and Urban Outfitters.