Archive for the ‘City Life’ Category

Cheyenne

June 22, 2010

I have attempted so many a time to write this blog post, but with every keystroke I find myself fading further away from what I need to say. There is a time where only a photograph can convey what the hands and mouth cannot.  Cheyenne’s family has given me their blessing to share with you these photographs.  Please feel no obligation to comment, but if you would like to leave a message of encouragement to her and her family I am certain they would be very appreciative of the time you took to share your heart.  I spent 40 minutes of Father’s Day with Cheyenne and her family. But that 40 minutes will stay with me a lifetime.

Photographers,

There may come a time in your career where perceived value doesn’t mean anything. There will be a moment where marketing strategies and workshops are worthless. Your portfolio won’t matter. If your website went down you would not give a care. All the photographers you love and follow will be small people with blogs full of only words and pictures that you can barely make out. That expensive lens will be cheap. Your camera will be a paperweight. And you’ll learn that photography isn’t a job or a way to get the bills paid.

Because at one point in your career, you may be asked to make someone immortal

Nothing else in your world will matter. Everything else will be dim and overrated. Because you will realize that photography isn’t always glamorous. Life isn’t always fabulous. But people still deserve to be photographed, to be preserved, and all of us are beautiful even if we’re lying in a hospital bed with an IV and not having the latest vogue poses tried out on us. Don’t care about the money or lack thereof. Don’t worry about the adjustment to your schedule. There is more to this art than the bottom line. And life is about giving of yourself, not holding out your hand expecting.

You might be like me, holding back tears when you park your car, holding your camera with trembling hands praying that you remember settings that used to be second nature. Trying to make conversation hoping with all of your rapidly beating heart that you aren’t that awkward shy teenager that you used to be for so long.

And if you’re like me, you’ll know that every second of  heartache for the person in front of your camera is so dimmed compared to the physical pain they’re experiencing. And your heart will break for them every time that arm moves on the clock. You will feel as though you can’t do anything to help them, but remember this: no matter when their end will be, you have the chance to save their memory so that they live on for years to come. Your love and humility will live on for years to come.

Embrace it. No matter how scared or how nervous you may be.

All my love

Rebekah Elena

Two

April 19, 2010

I took many photographs today while out shooting with a group of friends and colleagues on a shoot that had been planned a few weeks before. But there were two that stood out to me, one being black and white and the other being color. Oddly enough…I could not imagine the black and white image being in color and would not care much to see the color image in any other form than what it is in now. Monochrome would not do it the correct justice.  I won’t speak much on either of them, much preferring them to speak for themselves.

Mrs. Allison

March 27, 2010

We walked in the City of Sin as two women completely out of place beneath the glow of the neon lights and lingering redolence of cigars whose names I will perhaps be never able to pronounce. Yet, as we traversed upon the pavement plastered with the pictures of a thousand women I found a friend. Weaving around hundreds of pedestrians I discovered a confidante. With every step I took I found myself deeper and deeper into conversation with her, as though I had known her for years but had never been able to recall her face.

I’ve never met a soul quite like Brandis Allison. She has such a beautiful heart, a genuine and honest manner of speaking, and a pair of such lively and excited eyes. Ask her about her family. Her face will positively beam with happiness and pride. She had only been away from her husband and two children for a short while, but I could tell that in her verbal recollections her heart ached to be with them.


When I spoke to her about her business I knew her clients were, are, and will be, some of the most blessed in the world. The love she has for the people she photographs is ever so evident that it’s near contagious. Her passion for bringing out the beauty in those around her is so very admirable and her approach to her photography is so fresh and pure. She smiles at the end of every sentence. It is without a doubt one of the loveliest things I have ever witnessed.

Mrs. Allison, you are such a wonderfully beautiful person. Inside and out. Your clients are so fortunate to have a photographer who cares so much about them. And I am ever so blessed to have made a lifelong friend in you.

xoxo

-Rebekah Elena

Vegas

March 13, 2010

March 3rd, 2010

Four hours and it has yet to sink into me. Outside three inches of glass lays a world that, all my life, has been nothing but a rumored city, a personification of sinful glamour or innocent adventure. The sun still hangs above the mountains, a brash contrast to the man made beasts of architecture which rise from concrete depths. At their feet rush hundreds of cars, speaking the language of the city, their wheels forming an intricate dance on the tar carpets that stretch for as far as my eyes can see.

Cliche, ever cliche, will be the moment when the sun rests and night awakens. I’ve heard the rumors of the urban fireflies that light up the nights in Nevada, but I’ve yet to witness them so close. Perhaps curiosity drives me to patience. Perhaps I wish to see two worlds in one day. Perhaps I’m half expecting to awake from a vivid recollection of an event never experienced. Perhaps.