I always post a black and white portrait, Karen’s smile here is so beautiful, so this is my choice for her:

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Food for thought

THE TIME WILL COME WHEN WITH ELATION

You will greet yourself arriving at your own door in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome and say sit here eat

YOU WILL LOVE AGAIN

the stranger who was your self Give wine, give bread, give back your heart to itself to the stranger who has loved you all your life,whom you ignored for another,who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror

SIT. FEAST ON YOUR LIFE.

…. SELF LOVE! ” HOW DO YOU WISH TO BE PHOTOGRAPHED?”

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a little BW from a while ago, This was Tabeth’s first shoot ever, and she was wonderful!

 

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Just because I will always love a black and white portrait, here is another one of me striking a pose in front of camera for a change.

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Phenomenal Woman

this is so worth the read!

Phenomenal Woman – Poem by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.