La Belle Dame Sans Merci - Part II

   To keep each post from being so incredibly photo-heavy, I thought I would break this one into two parts. To reiterate, the assignment was to create a photo series based on a piece of literature. I chose John Keats' classic 1819 poem, La Belle Dame Sans Merci. It's a beautiful poem and worth a read. It really helps to elucidate the story that I'm trying to illustrate through my photos. If you'd care to read it, see Part I here.

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

   One of my favorite assignments so far in college was to create a photo series based on a piece of literature. I chose John Keats' classic 1819 poem, La Belle Dame Sans Merci:

"Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
    Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
    And no birds sing.

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
    So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
    And the harvest's done.
 
I see a lily on thy brow,
    With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
    Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
    Full beautiful - a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
    And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
    And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
    And made sweet moan.

I set her on my pacing steed,
    And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
    A faery's song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
    And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said -
    'I love thee true'.

She took me to her elfin grot,
    And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
    With kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep
    And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! -
The latest dream I ever dreamt
    On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
    Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried - 'La Belle Dame sans Merci
    Hath thee in thrall!'

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
    With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
    On the cold hill's side.

And this is why I sojourn here
    Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
    And no birds sing."

I asked my lovely friend Nicole (http://www.nduboisphotos.com/) to model for me & used a handmade camera lens for the shoot. For brevity's sake, I'm going to break this post down into two parts. To check out Part II of the photo shoot, take a look right here.

Party Time!

   Just for kicks, I thought I would whip out some easy DIYs to style & photograph a lovely little dream Birthday party.

 

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever

   Here's a series of self-portraits that I did with a focus on soft, ethereal lighting. I think they came out wonderfully romantic.