Double-Exposure Garden Portraits

I haven't posted in a while, so I thought I'd compile a series of something I enjoy doing with friends and family...double exposures! I tend to overlay a growing figment of nature atop the human element.  If the posing and compositions are just right, then the underlying message is able to shine through.

Andy and Stephanie-A film engagement

 The following are all shot on Portra 400 with a Nikon F3/105mm.  We all took the afternoon off to go explore Such and Such Farms in DeSoto, Missouri, which is where the wedding will be in June.  While we explored and scouted, we took the opportunity to get some photos in.  I shot digitally as well, but film is always so exciting!  Overall, it was a beautiful time with a great couple.

Who am I, What am I, Why am I?

At this point, I'm not really sure where my life is headed as far as photography goes.  The business, money and profit side of things really kills the mood and makes me want to run in the opposite direction, but at the same time, I don't have another choice...This is how I survive.

To keep my sanity on the side, it has been very important to embark on a personal photographic journey, one where I am following through with my visions and photographing what and who I want to in the way that I want to, which always tends to be double or multiple exposures.  I am crazy about double exposures mainly for the ability to add layers of depth to a story, place or portrait. I believe this opens many doors and windows into creating images that truly speak with the voice I'm desperately trying to yell out with.  All, but one, are shot on 35mm film, which I do enjoy for the obvious mystery element, but also because it reminds me that this is not business as usual, this is not digital, and there is no pressure, because it is made purely for the sake of creating it.

Milk and Ink

These photos are a result of this gorgeous model suspended in a liquid, made up of almond milk and water. Her sculptable hair was a whole factor I hadn't considered until the art was happening. Then came the ink, which seemed to have it's own language, somewhat controlled by the force at which it made contact with the liquid and how it fused with the milk.