Feathered Emotion.

Katelyn Brouwer Photography.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

New York City, New York

Posted by Kate at 10:35 AM

is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me."

Emily Dickinson

Kate: Winston-Salem, NC; No matter how downhill things may be going....underneath we really do still live in a beautiful world...every nook and cranny. My eyes see things that I wish other's could see, and the only thing I can do to show the lovely things I see, other than literally giving you my eyes, is to take photographs of these things. My eyes are like lenses, my mind like a shutter...constantly taking photos as I walk through, breathe in, and live this life....the life I try to make the best out of. As you should too. I hope my photos make you feel. And make you see the world as it should be seen. It's colors, angles, passions, and tragedies. Emily Dickenson said, "Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul..." Hope is the feathered emotion...and my goal is to invoked this old bird in everyone. Thank you for peeking at my blog. :) -Kate All photos © Copyright Katelyn Brouwer unless otherwise specified.