I was working yesterday and my son runs in and informed me we had two very tiny raccoons in the yard.
A few hours later I went outdoors to investigate. We called animal control and they asked us to put them in a box. If the mother comes back and she would remove them.
Well I wish I could say different but she did not come back. We have four children and my husband was not cool with anyone handling the babies. I drove them to the wildlife sanctuary today. They will be rehabbed and released. Have a great weekend.
For taking pictures such as these, I have been called a racist. I took these pictures out of love and admiration for my own heritage. It belongs to myself as much as it does them.
I had two days last month where some asshole tried to add me to a native American group on facebook. I explained to him if it was a debate he wanted it would have to take place on my page.
Some people hold the view that their heritage is not being respected. To make the argument valid they added the race card to discourage people from using war bonnets.
I have never seen of the Ku Klux Klan dress up as black people to defame them. The bird who owned the contents of that bonnet held his feathers sacred. No one worries about that.
The argument ended when I explained to him that I would take a picture and post it every day for a whole year if he didn’t get off my ass.
I believe I have just as much right to use this piece as anyone else. I bought it from Reservation and they never asked what I was going to do with it. The last thing I will say is that I am not Victoria’s Secret I will not apologize or stop using it for photography. You can enjoy my pictures or not but you at least know my view.
A few months ago I was searching online and I came across this beauty. Her name is Aom Chocolate her voice is beyond amazing. I reached out to her and we became fast friends. She lives in Bangkok. She started playing guitar when she was twelve years old. Writing is her passion. She struggles with sharing her music and keeping it to herself. Artist across the board struggle with that. Aom has an amazing partner and he convinced her to share her talent with the world. I am happy I stumbled across her song. She has a bluesy sound in this song. Please listen and share.
I’m sure I will get some shit for this. I have a theory. What people call mean girls are just girls.
Girls are not filled with sugar and spice they contain plenty of caddy ness, resentment and a good measure of jealousy. That is just the healthy ones. Don’t get me started on the headcases.
We raise our girls to be the optitomy of perfect behavior. Well, I have a daughter and I will tell you she falls pretty short of those expectations.
What I want for her is to be selfish. I want her to pursue her dreams and not give up what she has dreamed of to follow some guy to a college that is beneath her. That is why she has not been raised to be perfect sugar and spice. She has been raised to care about herself. Never take shit from anyone and most of all that we love her just the way she is.
The naked is not dangerous. Lust filling the eyes of young. Full bodied stretching yearning for what is to cum or merely done For the sake of comfort.
Not a foreign folly But a jolly adventure letting the wind and water wash away the stress of the days.
Naked as the snakes or the furless babies breastfeeding at their mother’s breast.
Nude and curved. Fat or muscled. Not dangerous, but beautiful like Michelangelo’s David. The dick does not destroy neither does the vagina. Nudity does not diminish our morality. Naked By Author Graff1980
In the forest of blackness, And cruelty of the dark, A single soul is seated, On an old piece of bark.
Her skin oh so pale, With the appearance of fallen snow, Smoother than calm water, With its movements peacefully slow.
Hair as black as death, With a soft and delicate shine, Straight, long and beautiful, The ultimate design.
A pendant placed around her neck, A crucifix, silver and black, And if beauty was a weapon, She’d be in for the attack.
Bluest eyes of blue, Hypnotizing with every gaze, Sends all who look into them, Into a mind just like a maze.
As the night drags by, Her silent soul is still, Just waiting in the darkness, Like it was her personal skill. Then, the dawn awakes, And the Sun brightly glows, And the spot where the night-girl sat, Is a dark-blue, midnight rose.
Sushii has been with me for quite a while almost my whole career. She has seen me go through four employees that all ended badly. Though she has not wavered and has believed in me. I am dedicating this post to the loyalty and beauty this model holds. Her stature is small but she has a big personality. We hold the same beliefs and she and I have a love of firearms so she is a perfect fit for me. I would like to let her know how much love and respect I have for her and am happy to say thank you. The images are NSFW I am going to put the implied first and my topless photos next. Scroll till you find them. You must be of 18 years of age to view
I want to say a few words about how I look at Photography. I believe Art is an extension of the eye. A path to how the photographer sees the world. I have shot with another photographer, used the same equipment, model and position. When we previewed the images they looked nothing alike. We tried for quite a long time and it was not possible. Being competitive with another artist is like saying “the way I see the world is better than the way you do.” Does it sound kind of funny if I put it that way?
I will not lie to you. I have dealt with competitive feelings in the past. To tell you the truth, I wasn’t even that good. I read somewhere that taking the ego out of the equation leads to a much more productive body of work. Comparing your art to others is completely missing the point of photography and its beauty. How can someone be compared to you that does not have the experiences and emotions that make your work your own?
How my process works
I do not go looking for the work of my competition because of what I explained in the last paragraph. If you are looking at someone else’s work to see if yours measures up, then it’s sad and I hope you can find another way to spend your time. I see the work of others when it rolls through my timeline and I am impressed with what I see. The space coast has some great photographers. I never get complacent. If you get comfortable with your skills and never change anything, growth is impossible. I never think I am the be-all and end-all in photography. If I did, my ego is running the game and ego and reality are rarely inline with each other . I want to be the best Darcy Delia I can be. I will work as hard as I can to make work I cherish. I will share a few pieces I am proud of in this blog.