Throughout my life, I found myself being curious most of time and asking (too) many questions sometimes. As one (or two) wise person said, life is a never-ending learning experience.
One day, when the subject of interest turned to bee pollen that has made its way into my daily diet, I learnt that the fuzzy aircraft collect pollen of up to their body weight in the sacs of their hind legs, before carrying the pellets back to their hives.
In this part of the nation, bees have waken up from winter and are happily buzzing around in my rosemary patch. None of my wildest imagination or my tireless questioning would have brought me to realize that ingesting bee pollen one day would lead to having my photography shown at a gallery named Hive on a fine spring day.
Universe has its interesting way of having things lined up and I don't seem to mind it this time.
This Saturday, I will "bee" at the Hive Gallery between 8:00 and 11:00 pm. Will you?
Details and RSVP at https://www.facebook.com/events/1449027465121407.
Fine Art Photography
You are Cordially Invited to the Photography Show "Naked vs. Nude" - Los Angeles Fine Art Photographer
When my creation met the right eyes, I am featured in a photography show. A series of my fine art nude photography will be shown at the Hive Gallery in downtown LA for the month of March. I'd love to see you on our opening night when you can view art (of mine and other featured artists'), catch up and, if you feel like, take some artistic goodies home.
Here's how you can find me:
Location:
The Hive Gallery and Studios
729 S Spring St., Los Angeles, California 90014
Date/Time:
Saturday, March 4th, 8:00 - 11:00 PM
Please feel free to RSVP at the Facebook event: https://www.facebook.com/events/1449027465121407/.
Do you recognize the image in the flyer below?
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"Say Hello to Obama" - Los Angeles Travel Photographer
If going to Iceland is an adventure, visiting its highlands, which are mostly an uninhabitable volcanic desert,ย elevates the idea of adventures to a whole new level. ย On this fall morning, we set off on the infamous gravel road F35. ย
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When there could be any kind of weather all in one day, meeting such a group of men in bright orange could be comforting. ย A short exchange of words with one of them even made me giddy. ย It goes like this:
He: "Where are you from?" ย
Me: "Los Angeles... Where are you from?"
He: "Iceland." ย He then went on to say "I'm a sheep farmer."
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I knew almost nothing about people of this land and their life.ย As I searched for words to respond, he then turned around and disappeared quickly with his horses in his last sentence: "Say hello to Obama!"
Finally waking up from the clip-clop of horses, I muttered into the cold air "oh, thanks, I will pass it onto him!" ย ย ย
