It’s unfortunate that memories age: details fade into white background and leave you wondering if you really remember all the elements involved or… colors combine as their edges touch and do not retain those hard, clean lines but trade them for blurred and distorted ripples. And...

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In the past few weeks I have had some really exciting opportunities come my way. Just last week, I talked about connections because I was so grateful a friend’s word of mouth led to my being hired to shoot a boudoir shoot in Las Vegas. Well, a few days later, a photographer named Louie...

Connections: those invisible strings that tie around your wrist and mine, seconds after we meet. Whatever the string is going to become-relationship, friendship, business- it is not always apparent at first, revealing itself later and when needed, transitioning and adapting. I have a friend...

The land between journeys- the suspension of the moment when one dream ends and a new one is defined. Time subdues its sands and absent is the horizon line. Destiny will not allow you to gauge how far away she lies. Dissolved into tiny undistinguished pebbles, there is no direction demanding...

I saw your eyes gaze across the field and land on an object, lying in the grass. I watched you carefully, and in complete oblivion of all else, walk towards it. You bent down and picked it up. Holding it in both hands, you drew it close, as if it beckoned you with a secret it had to reveal...

“Dryads: These are female spirits that are bound to their own specific tree and look after it. This doesn’t mean they have to remain rooted to the spot and grow bark;...

Under the water, not just in it, FINALLY! I’ve always felt most comfortable, submerged in the cool depths of water: my stresses and pains wash away into the current while my joys and love swirl around me. I become suspended, in my mind and my soul and everything makes sense....

When we are young, we live each day unaware of anything beyond what our eyes see, our nose smells, our ears hear, what we taste and what we touch and grasp with our small hands. Our curious natures are insatiable and the terms “consequence” or “tomorrow” or “future” had no...

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Two different people and two different identities; two minds, two bodies and two souls capable of love, hate, fear, logic, empathy, sympathy, kindness, humor, wisdom, cruelness, mischief and curiousness. We dance our own paths and explore the horizontals and verticals of the world and of...

I have embraced the magic inside myself and transformed. I am not the traditional fairy of the woods or the mermaid in the sea. I am a desert seraph, bearer of life and death in these abandoned and forgotten lands. Desolate and withered hearts may be renewed by my kiss but selfish, greedy...

The sand shattered beneath her fingers. [ Photographed for The Naked Truth series. Experimenting with the body outside of Las Vegas in the dry lake beds. Hands are Bunni Morrill's. ] website /...

When I was young, I believed in magic. I believed there were fairies making the buttercups sway in the breeze and sprites were responsible for those mysterious splashing sounds you hear in the creek when no fish are around. I heard their whispers in the wind and saw their shadows cross the...

How did this happen? We were once in love and everything was beautiful. You kissed my cheeks in the sun and I held you close in the moonlight. Our souls became bound and nothing could temper our hearts. But all of that is lost, now and though our memories have since faded with the light of...

The key to flying starts with the jump. website / facebook Melissa will be showcasing and selling limited edition prints in Boston at RAW artists on June 14. For more details and to purchase tickets please click here. Hope to see you...

                It’s about seeking out your own unique place in the world. Finding a comfortable niche where you fit in perfectly and fall naturally into the Earth’s rhythm. For some, their spot is found in the moments that make up their...

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. “ - Edgar Allan Poe website / facebook Please click here to follow Melissa’s 366 Self-portrait project. Melissa will be showcasing and selling...

We held our breath until the paint spilled over our skin. The color lost so long ago. website /...

   shadows   It is the shadows, evading Light’s glowing touch, which caught my eye and made me pause. And, it is the small trace of forlorn air surrounding him, which caught my breath. Please, tell me how you came to be a modern day creature of the night? You’ve been...

 Outer Space.  It happened so suddenly. Darkness overpowered you, captured you in her miserable embrace. You were unaware she still lurked in shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to start her silent invasion. She schemed with the winds of despair, blew them your way, hoping you would...

The white rabbit : Bunni Morrill Alice : Sarah Salton King of hearts : Kenneth Lundquist Jr. Mad hatter : Ethan Boisvert Creative collaboration is a extraordinary thing. Melissa Robin photography will continue the story of Alice. Stay tuned for the full chapter one set release and further...

 Jump For Joy As long as the Earth can make a spring every year, I can. As long as the Earth can flower and produce nurturing fruit, I can, because I’m the Earth. I won’t give up until the Earth gives up. - Alice...

  All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous, unpremeditated act without benefit of experience. - Henry Miller

  When you are feeling down, you can find comfort in yourself.  This is two photographs photoshopped together. Part of my 366 self portrait project that you can follow by clicking here.

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  Down the rabbit hole. Finally returned from a two week vacation in Nevada. More postings coming as soon as I am settled into NYC mid-March. <3 To keep updated with Melissa Robin Photography please click here to like my facebook fan...

33/366 Self Portrait. Are you really sure that a floor can’t also be a ceiling? M. C. Escher