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Ask anyone who knows me – the tried-and-true holds a special place in my heart. That's why classic cars make me weak at the knees. The gleam of the chrome, the plush embrace of the upholstery, the very colors sing a nostalgic tune. Owning one someday feels like a golden sunset on the horizon – a promise whispered on the breeze.  For now, I capture their essence through my lens, documenting every detail that fuels my daydream. Windows down, hair in the wind, cruising to the sounds of Preservation Hall Jazz... that's the picture of retirement bliss I hold dear.
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 As twilight surrenders to night, the garden whispers secrets beneath a luminous moon. A perfect orb hangs heavy in the velvet sky, its silver glow bathing the begonias in a dreamlike wash. Peach, orange, and a blush of pink unfurl their petals, of each blossom.
 Portland bloomed for us, not just with friendly faces and a charming Victorian by the bay, but with a tiny sign of hope. It wasn't planned. I was photographing a client's art haven when a miniature coffee plant stole the show. Eight inches of emerald vibrancy, nestled amongst canvases and curios. A gift for my coffee-obsessed husband, then a home roaster on a quest for mastery. We christened him Akpe, "thank you" in Togolese, a whispered gratitude for all we found in this new life. Years have unfurled, and Akpe has mirrored our growth. His leaves, once a dark caress, now brush our shoulders. Delicate white blooms, phantoms against the emerald canvas, promise the future harvest. This isn't just a photograph; it's a memory captured in light. Akpe, our silent companion, a symbol of new beginnings and the quiet magic that unfolds when we least expect it.   Paris whispered a memory to me, a forgotten echo from my photographic apprenticeship in the 1990s. Back then, a current trend ran the black and white darkrooms – a splash of color, a solitary whisper of red or blue, breathed life into the monochrome world. I reveled in it, until the spell faded.
But here in this Parisian scene, a lone red scooter ignites a spark. The black and white photograph surrenders its hues, becoming a canvas of stark contrasts. Yet, a crimson vibrant ember glowing amidst the desaturated dreamscape remains. Parisian soil greeted my touch, and in that first instant, a current surged through me, a recalibration. Like a rusty gear finally slotting into place, a forgotten melody taking hold, my soul hummed with a newfound resonance. The very air thrummed with the legacy of art, of expression, a chorus of individualism. Every detail – the elegant script of street signs, the chirp of a perched black bird, the sky's canvas painted with streaks and clouds – became infused with a captivating intrigue. My black and white photographs, each a rapid click of the shutter, became a desperate attempt to capture the vibrant interplay I witnessed. High contrast, stark and beautiful, played out between the ancient architecture and the pulse of life. My feet ached to keep pace, my camera a frantic echo.  |
Liz DavenportAs a photographer, I am attracted to time, adventure, and the unique. This stems from a desire to capture moments that are fleeting and capture experiences that are one-of-a-kind. The world is full of endless possibilities and as a photographer, curiosity drives me to explore and document these instances through the lens of my camera. By seeking out new adventures, I hope to be able to capture moments that are unique and timeless. Whether it's the intricacies of a bustling city or the serenity of a remote landscape, I am constantly intrigued by these words so much so that I have recognized them to be so dearly valued in my personal life. Unique. Adventure. Time. Archives
July 2024
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