rebecca alisa.

My sister, Rebecca, and I woke up early Sunday morning just as the sun came out. We had something in mind — we had a plan — we had a destination. So we piled into my cool green Suburu Outback with a change of clothes, some make-up, a couple props. And, a camera.

My parents live in the countryside, so we didn’t have to travel far to get to where the sun shined best. In personality, my sister is gentle, yet strong. She can be silly, yet very wise. She can go city, but still lounge like she’s country. That Sunday we decided to see the country side of life.

photoshoot locaton: woodbine, md

the husband, part I.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

photoshoot location:  fairborn, oh

live a little.

joshua alexander.

My filmer kid brother graduated from DeMatha Catholic High School (Greg’s alma mater too).  His chapter on adolescent schooling is now complete.  So sad how they grow up so quick.  I was just telling Greg how I vividly remember my mom putting him soundly to sleep as a baby, her laying him softly in his crib and then quietly leaving the bedroom to head down to the kitchen to begin supper.  As soon as she was out of sight, I would sneak into the bedroom, oh so quietly, lift him up from his crib and carry him around my parent’s room as he slept.  The joys of an older sister.  Or the times he would cry so hard that he would turn beet red and finally stop breathing altogether.  During those times, my mom would slap his leg so he’d have to take a breath!

And now the bugger is off to college.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My parents never let me or my sister experience campus living (Indian Girl Patrol), but Josh gets the delicious chance to taste it.  How unfair for us, but how fun and adventurous for him!  I’m incredibly happy for him and wish him the utmost blessing on his life — that he become an ambassador for Christ on his college campus.  May God give him the love of David from scripture — an abandoned love for God, Himself.  God has gifted him with a myriad of talents and gifts.  He’s wonderful with people…such a likeable and pleasant chap with sunshine eyes, which he inherited from my dad.  He works wonders with technology, he’s great at producing films, he’s so hilarious that you just want to slap him, and he is artistic in his own unique way.  There aren’t many like him.    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 photoshoot location: baltimore, md

reservoir watchtower.

an experiential introduction.

Photographs are the link between then and now. Good Elephant reminds me of my father’s family rubber tree plantation in India where elephants once visited. It evokes the smell of dusty roads where cars, scooters, trucks and cows fight for space in an organized chaos. It is a dream of opening a fabric shop filled with colorful Indian batiks, vegetable dyed prints and wispy, voile cottons. Or, the sound and feel of a cool wind outside an open window in a hill-station home. I inherited a heritage rich in culture and tradition.

When my father moved to America, he began investing in the latest cameras. And for the simple gift of being his daughter, I was given access to look through the looking glass of my father’s lens. I wonder if he had dreams of ever being a photographer. Looking back at photos of him, I see a boy who desired to capture life with the simple click of a button. I inherited this passion.

I am passionate about photography. And, I am passionate about capturing your real life moments — the details you would like to remember about life and everything in between.

Why? Because photographs speak heart words. They take our breath like a beautiful outdoor symphony on a cool summer’s evening. Photos are meant to be experienced and cherished. They are to be looked upon as a winsome storybook that tells a tale of sorts. My ideal photograph simply captures everyday life as everyday life should be remembered — grand landscapes, minute details, color, emotion, natural movements, and simple twinklings in time. I’ve come to understand that life is beautiful when we just be.