PASSIONATELY CAPTURING YOU
Intentional Portraiture
I thought about how many lovers garden’s I’ve tended. How many weeds we’ve pulled from one another’s Thank you. hank you to the sun for your warmth has filled me, Thank you mother for your wetted soil has strengthened my roots Thank you for the breeze, for carrying me. And for carrying you I thought about what a blessing it is to have a garden to have cared for with tender hands And if you’ve let me walk your grounds Thank you
wake up and smell the roses, I lay there plucking thorns from knuckles pressed between pages or torn sheets, things I left unsaid. flashback, flashback. It is here, it is now the crocus sing their morning song and the dew clings to me the way mango drips down your chin in the summer air, the air feels familiar, but it will never be the same. wake up and smell the roses. what if there were only benches and time. and who put the benches there in the first place? Who was it to say look at this view. Well i do. I look. It is a nice view and maybe if I sat maybe someone would come and ask me how my day was. Wake up and smell the roses. have you ever seen the night sky surrender to dawn clasped in her fingertips and even she didn’t remember to water the heirlooms to soak and bask and they thought they were unworthy but stood tall and there was no one there to see it, and they thought, maybe it happened over night well it didn’t and the drought grew heavy as the undertones of the next season peeked through only to remind in time, this garden too would expire. wake up and smell the roses. on my morning commute i would pass the time, the bench. one day would they take it away? perhaps find a better view, for me. I did not know. I thought I should sit anyway, for I had time.
wake up and smell the roses, I lay there plucking thorns from knuckles pressed between pages or torn sheets, things I left unsaid. flashback, flashback. It is here, it is now the crocus sing their morning song and the dew clings to me the way mango drips down your chin in the summer air, the air feels familiar, but it will never be the same. wake up and smell the roses. what if there were only benches and time. and who put the benches there in the first place? Who was it to say look at this view. Well i do. I look. It is a nice view and maybe if I sat maybe someone would come and ask me how my day was. Wake up and smell the roses. have you ever seen the night sky surrender to dawn clasped in her fingertips and even she didn’t remember to water the heirlooms to soak and bask and they thought they were unworthy but stood tall and there was no one there to see it, and they thought, maybe it happened over night well it didn’t and the drought grew heavy as the undertones of the next season peeked through only to remind in time, this garden too would expire. wake up and smell the roses. on my morning commute i would pass the time, the bench. one day would they take it away? perhaps find a better view, for me. I did not know. I thought I should sit anyway, for I had time.
the heart behind the lens
Hello, I'm Amber. ♡ Thank you for being here, reading these words and taking the time to explore my greatest passions.
I am a Queer photographer, filmmaker, interior designer by day, and Spice Girl by night. I am a poet who exists in the in-between, and forever a lover of love.
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This odyssey of mine started about 8 years ago. Although lets be real I had a camera in my hand since my early scene kid years and a passion for the arts flowing through my veins since I was a little bébé.
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Ever since I was a child, I knew storytelling was one of the most beautiful things in the human experience. To relive memories and share moments in time with ourselves and others is truly something that cannot be measured. Nothing could ever compare to the embrace of a lover or the uncontrollable laughing fits with a friend. Moments we often reflect back on and wish for just a second we could freeze time. For me, photography became a vessel where I would capture that sweet embrace and pause those moments in time for just a minute. Once I began to approach my work with a more cinematic lens, the magic really came alive.
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My work is deeply rooted in intentional story telling and and capturing the radiance in all individuals, in their authentic truths. I find inspiration in the natural world and our connections to ourselves - to each other - and our surroundings.​ I find immense joy in capturing those in-between moments of laughter and passion. I cherish the small details and those delicate moments that make our creation so unique to you, and the vision we let unfold.
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I aspire to create a space where you feel as safe as you would with your best friend of 10 years. I use my expertise of the practices I've studied to guide you in ways that fit best to your visual desires. Your comfort and joy is my priority as it is a privilege and an honor to share your story, memories and moments that make you gleam with joy.​
I can’t wait to meet you, connect, and explore the magic in creating together.
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