PLAY DAY! LOTS more to come soon! :)
Showing posts with label vintage bride. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vintage bride. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
FACEBOOK
The Gift
This is my Blog, but i'd like to call it The Gift. This opportunity and gift God has given me has been unbelievable. Thank you for exploring this piece of me...
KLK Photography
KLK Photography WEBSITE
KLK Photography on Facebook
Posts
Followers
 |
 |
 |
 |
See reviews of this business at
projectwedding.com.
Booking or Payment to KLK Photography
Our Deepest Fear is that We Are Powerful Beyond Measure
Our deepest fear is not that
we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that
we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness,
that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves,
who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented
and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small
doesn't serve the world.
We were born to make manifest
the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us;
it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically
liberates others.
-Marianne Williamson -
we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that
we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness,
that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves,
who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented
and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small
doesn't serve the world.
We were born to make manifest
the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us;
it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically
liberates others.
-Marianne Williamson -
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
And I--I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
- Robert Frost
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
And I--I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
- Robert Frost
My goal isn’t to be rich-
it isn’t to be famous.
My purpose isn’t simply to take pretty pictures or
become a better photographer.
My goal is to be free-to have choice.
To continue growing and to be able to respond to
whatever need the world
presents to me.
-David Jay
it isn’t to be famous.
My purpose isn’t simply to take pretty pictures or
become a better photographer.
My goal is to be free-to have choice.
To continue growing and to be able to respond to
whatever need the world
presents to me.
-David Jay
Favorite Links for the Photographer
Favorite Links for the Bride
Favorite Local Vendors
Contact KLK Photography:
“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.” – Judy Garland