Caia Jaisle's Photography

"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace."

-Jimi Hendrix

Scarlett's Images

Child of Innocence 

Child of innocence, I miss your sunny days
We joyously frolicked in extended plays
Ever since you've left the scene
The streets are lonely, dark and mean

Child of innocence, return to me now
With your simple smile show them how
This world once again can respond to your glance
And heartbeats flutter to the rhythm of your dance

Child of innocence, your elegance, your beauty
Beckons me now beyond the call of duty
Come fly with me far and above
Over the mountains in the land of love

Child of innocence, messenger of joy
You've touched my heart without a ploy
My soul is ablaze with a flagrant fire
To change the world is my deepest desire.

Heather Stephens 

Luca's images

brakes are fine
people out in nature
make it to the end

to wipe your troubles away
just what you need

make it to the end

see different things
people out in nature

out on the trail
Now its what i know
tires inflated

anticipating the trip
test my grip

gloves slide on

Lauren's Photography: Project 3 Narrative

Don't Look Back in Anger: Oasis

Slip inside the eye of your mind 

Don't you know you might find 

A better place to play 

     Take me to the place where you go

Where nobody knows if it's night or day...

Step outside

Cause' summertime's in bloom...

Her soul slides away 

But don't look back in anger 

I heard you say

Don't look back in anger 

At least not today

Photography by: Keenan Jones

Project #3: Visual Metaphor and Narrative

The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls 

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls,

The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;

Along the sea-sands damp and brown

The traveler hastens toward the town,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,

But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;

The little waves, with their soft, white hands

Efface the footprints in the sands,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls

Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;

The day returns, but nevermore

Returns the traveler to the shore.

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

PS - Guess what happens when saving a photoshop file and photoshop decides to freeze, bad things will happen. You have to start over...