Andrew F. Photography
Bathed in topaz light
Rebecca Lawrence
Laurel, MD

Bathed in topaz light

Rebecca Lawrence

Laurel, MD

Pietà
Rebecca Lawrence
Laurel, MD

Pietà

Rebecca Lawrence

Laurel, MD

A caged bird should be free
Rebecca Lawrence
Laurel, MD

A caged bird should be free

Rebecca Lawrence

Laurel, MD

You will come, with your slim, expressive arms,A poise of the head no sculptor has caughtAnd nuances spoken with shoulder and neck,Your face in a pass-and-repass of moodsAs many as skies in delicate changeOf cloud and blue and flimmering sun.
—Carl Sandburg
Keira Grant

You will come, with your slim, expressive arms,
A poise of the head no sculptor has caught
And nuances spoken with shoulder and neck,
Your face in a pass-and-repass of moods
As many as skies in delicate change
Of cloud and blue and flimmering sun.

—Carl Sandburg

Keira Grant

Viktoria
Ashburn, VA

Viktoria

Ashburn, VA

Silver Dress
Kira
Baltimore

Silver Dress

Kira

Baltimore

Sunset over Manhattan

Sunset over Manhattan

City that never sleeps   
New York, NY

City that never sleeps 

New York, NY

Anna’s regard

Anna’s regard

Anna staring out the window
Darlington, Maryland

Anna staring out the window

Darlington, Maryland

Candace Nirvana

Candace Nirvana

Under the arch
Candace Nirvana

Under the arch

Candace Nirvana

Candace in the church ruins
Candace Nirvana

Candace in the church ruins

Candace Nirvana

Genevieve White
Pregnant nude
New York, NY

Genevieve White

Pregnant nude

New York, NY

Evening sky from my front door (unedited)
——

The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one,         Their seam the day upon.
The low grass loaded with the dew, The twilight stood as strangers do With hat in hand, polite and new,         To stay as if, or go.
A vastness, as a neighbor, came, A wisdom without face or name, A peace, as hemispheres at home,         And so the night became.
— Emily Dickinson

Evening sky from my front door (unedited)

——

The cricket sang,
And set the sun,
And workmen finished, one by one,
        Their seam the day upon.

The low grass loaded with the dew,
The twilight stood as strangers do
With hat in hand, polite and new,
        To stay as if, or go.

A vastness, as a neighbor, came,
A wisdom without face or name,
A peace, as hemispheres at home,
        And so the night became.

— Emily Dickinson