
Her voice reminds me of a song. He is sometimes shy in front of a camera. They will be married in August.

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“To see clearly is poetry, prophecy and religion, all in one.”
~ John Ruskin
I am excited to announce Things We See. This collaborative website founded by Britt Bailey, Bonnie Berry, Jennifer Domenick, Emmy Sherman and me has a simple vision: share what we see. If you are interested in contributing please visit Things We See for information on how you can be part of this new community. You may also email us at contribute@thingswesee.net. We hope to see you soon.

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{ location } private home, Bethany Beach, Delaware
{ event planning } Eclatante Event Design
{ catering } Chef Du Jour Catering
{ tent } The Party Center
{ floral design } Beautiful Blooms
{ invitations } The Papery
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“Mostly people just wanted me to listen to their story.” ~ Bonnie Berry
She called me from Love’s truck stop. We wound up in a retired postal worker’s field of donkeys. And that’s what happened on an afternoon in Texas.

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I saw a place from the corner of my eye. I was heading to elsewhere, late. After elsewhere I found it again, tucked along a lonesome frontage road. Late again to the next elsewhere, I heard the debate of my familiar internal committee members. I ignored them. I listened instead to the words of my friend, reminding me to hear when I see something whispering to me.

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{ location } Chesapeake Beach Resort Spa
{ cupcakes } Becki’s friend, Jill
{ flowers } Becki’s aunt Karen
{ music } Digital Sound Services
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“The subject matter is so much more important than the photographer.” ~ Gordon Parks
A very long time ago I was a photography student at Western Kentucky University. I met a teacher named Dave Labelle. This teacher taught me of compassion and composition. He taught me to tell stories about people. He challenged every notion I held about anything at all. He taught me to show in pictures what I heard in my heart. He endlessly irritated me with ruthlessly kind and honest critiques. He believed in me when I did not. He taught me of passion and gentleness, to honor love in all the faces of humanity. An image was nothing, no matter how tasty and flashy, until it touched this place of universal remembering, this place called heart.
I graduated. He moved. We lost touch. Fast forward…2o years later to a hotel lobby in Nashville. We met again.
photograph by Neil Cowley
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Last snowflakes melted this weekend. Time has moved to spring. I remember one snowy day, stabbing cold fingers, music accompanying my photo delight, couchy snowdrifts and tiny cling on ice balls in dog fur.
I played with how I see.
Do I focus on the flakes and watch each in sharp relief? Do I look beyond them and feel them blur into me, like an ever washing tide? I am woozy in the blanket swirl, reminded of a baby curl cowlick…I poke my nose outside and smell as they touch the ground, each making way for the other, each changed by the next and the one before. I remember more as I see the photographs…laughter, blue snow light and a neatly hurled snowball in my lens. ~ Amy





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Every so often I meet someone who I feel I’ve always known. We introduce ourselves and then begin where we finished. Thishappened when I met Kendall Brown of Eclatante Design at a beach wedding last summer. And so I did what I do. I went to her mother’s home to photograph love.



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“Photography, alone of the arts, seems perfected to serve the desire
humans have for a moment – this very moment – to stay.” ~ Sam Abell
I am co-teaching with the fabulous Anna Kuperberg in San Francisco on March 30-31. The two day Anna + Amy Workshop has two spots remaining. Our workshop is available to professional photographers based on portfolio review.
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