I found this site a couple of years before I joined. In 2009, I signed up after finding out there was a literature category. I was fifteen back then. Man, years can really fly by you.
The first deviation I posted was the first chapter of a story that I later put in storage. Most of my writing here is now in storage because... Well, it was just too amateur-ish to keep around. But I didn't have the heart to delete it. I didn't get much feedback from it, but then again, I was really quiet when I started. I'm still kind of quiet online.
In 2010, about a year later, I found an interest in photography. These were the first photos I posted.
These were taken on a very bright day in Busch Gardens, Virginia. The overexposure, it burns!
I'd love to take more pictures of birds. If only they'd stay still!
I think Yosemite really kept me interested in photography. I'd definitely go back if I could.
Here's when I started taking pictures of flowers. The middle one above is still one of my favorites (it's also the one with the most faves). I just wish I'd done these in a higher resolution.
My cats have been cooperative models, but the dogs... Not so much. One of them is rather camera-shy.
Then I started to mess with color settings. Color negative is fun.
In 2013, I got a DSRL camera. I took a digital photography class in college that, for some reason, just drained me. But it did really convince me to edit more often. Since then, I also started aiming for more variety in subjects.
I caught the sun
From the boughs of a pine
No clouds were there to hide its shine
So I sought to make it mine
I seized it like a hungry hawk,
Wanted only to claim it for my own
Only to feel flames at my bones
And fall to the ground like a stone
Struck blind and scorched,
For such a desire so grand
Nothing gained, only now I understand,
But blind eyes and blackened hands
ConsummationI found my wedding bed in the snow
Without my father to give me away.
The wind lifts the fog like a veil,
While bare willow branches beckon and sway.
The wind whispers and bites my face,
And teases my hands and hair.
I lie on my back and sink into the snow,
And watch my breath vanish into the air.
I’ve cast off my gown, for it holds no warmth.
My flushed skin fades to blue.
I lay splayed as snow falls like petals,
Waiting for my bridegroom to return anew.
Seized by a cold embrace, I gasp and writhe.
Our witness is the moon, stained red.
At last, with one last breath I find release
As it gathers and shrouds my head.
I also started taking a crack at poetry (or at least, taking it seriously).
And now? I still write, but don't focus on it enough. One of these days, I swear I'll starting posting it regularly, even if a lot of it is now (horror of horrors) fanfiction.
Good grief, I'm twenty and I still write fanfics.
As for photography, all I can say is I'm glad I started, and I still hope to improve.
Happy birthday, dA!