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Chapter 01: Basics and Looking
Chapter 02: Composition and Location
Chapter 03: Lighting
Chapter 04: Light sources and WB
Chapter 05: RAW & Basic Editing
Chapter 06: Gear
Chapter 07: Categorising Guide Part 01
Chapter 07: Categorising Guide Part 02
How to: Update your deviation
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5 Reasons To Buy A 50mm Lens
Feature Log 2015-2017
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You See a Wineglass, I See a Bridgeslender glass expressions
wildThere is no map
misalignmentour hearts became a pair
aries in the first house.call me tigress of wicked tongue,
xxvi. Chamomile girl,
xxvii. Your heartbeat
xxviii. It's the lines that sorrow
xix. Your words line
xxx. We take shots of honey
xxx. it doesn't matter anymorei blinked hoping it would whitewash the
Anthology: Strange BeautyTidepools
The Road Less Travelled“Bloody hell, I think you know what moment that would be for me,” she said, looking at him. “I think the most life-changing moment for me was the day I decided to leave that place.”
Mirror, Mirror.When I look into the mirror, I see nothing. There is no reflection, and it is as though I never existed. But I did, a long, long time ago. I remember my long blond curls weaving down my back, my bright green eyes looking back at me. The white summer dress would sway in the breeze coming through the open window. But that’s over now. My blond curls, my green eyes, they’re gone. All that I once was is gone. I can still hear my mother’s cries at night when I roam the hallways of the old house. The soft carpet on the floor always felt so comfortable underneath my bare feet, like walking on clouds. But I don’t feel that anymore. The steps of the stairs would creak underneath each step you’d take, but my steps are soundless now.
We flyAnd now
SacrificeI can see my bones
Write It To MeYou tried to capture the ocean with your mouth
Inner DemonsThree teaspoons full of sugar and a bottle of painkillers.
It is momentsWhen the sky is high and the ocean is deep; when the wind is singing and the stars sigh; when the trees are whispering secrets of life into open ears and when the soil is warming under the waking sun: these are the moments which I know. These are the moments in which I can tell it is the moment between the silence of the breath and the words. It is the moment when time suspends and the pencil stills and the sentences don’t flow, but clog and jam and fold onto themselves so they are impossible to pick apart and understand.
UntitledI am a deer in a forest; the fog is rolling in and my legs snap at every step I take. You are the predator whistling in my ears with deadly intentions. Fog rolling over me like a tumultuous sea hides me temporarily, until I move.
Dreams are to vanish, never to come true.I remember you.
Community Project: #Daily5
Come one, come all! It's time for a community project.
Something many of us see on DA each day is community members asking for comments. Whether it's simply acknowledgement that they created something or genuinely wanting feedback on their art, true deviation comments can be hard to come by! I mean there is a LOT of artwork submitted here each day. If you don't have a large watcherbase, it can be hard to get attention for yourself and your art. There are a lot of comment-oriented projects on DA and that's awesome. I am hoping to keep the momentum going with this new project.
I would like to challenge all of you to take 5-10 minutes each day (or as many days as you can!) to leave only five (5) comments on others' deviations. Commenting gives attention to others but can also bring some attention right back to YOU! Plus, commenting can be a great learning experience for all involved.