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This is Na'ama~ by Micah Mackenzie

 Fierce and courageous in life. I have the privilege to learn and grow with Na'ama in my studio and in beautiful settings around these sacred lands. She reminds me of an ancient queen in her youth. She is full of fire and the sun covers its eyes to gaze apon her. I can sense all the strong women and courageous warriors that have come before her when theragraphy* is happening. 

She radiates love and passion. When we first started hanging out it was because our energy knew each other before we said a word. I am so thankful for her and I look forward to seeing where she will go. Na'ama is off to NY soon to do what I have already seen she will do~She will travel the world many times over.

She was born in Goa, India. Her father, Alon, is Moroccan Israeli and her mother's name is Pamela, she is American. 

Na'ama is a citizenship of Israel and the US.

I'm thankful she trusts me and we can create anything we set out to create. 

 

 

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.     Rumi  

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

 

Rumi
 

Misting of Light

Misting of Light

Untouched. Nude series* by Micah Mackenzie

 I love keeping it simple.

 I love keeping it simple.

 A classic accessory for a woman is nothing~

I love transformations in a session! It’s such an integral part of what I do.

Simple = simply gorgeous.

The lines on her feet. Some of my favorite lines on a woman.

 I’ve been loving this lighting set-up lately! It’s gorgeous and super easy to do.

I wanted to create moody, flattering, dramatic and I think we accomplished that.

Lucca has the most infectious enthusiasm. About whatever she happens to be doing at the moment. She’s good energy all the time. 

Thank You Lucca for allowing me to take your portrait. Many Blessings to you!

ASHEVILLE REFUGEES by Micah Mackenzie

They never gave you a chance. The world of the homeless, is not a world at all. It's chaotic on the best of days. A damp spot on a rainy day, is cozy. Your cold pizza on top of the trash can, is a 5 star meal. No, the life is not something I think most people seek out, but it arrives on the doorstep. Only to escort them out of their homes into a different kind of dark matter. The ground beneath some even disappears.

In these times, even the mentally ill get sent out here. And there's barely any help to make sure they have access to needed medications. Do you know where medication can be found? In the county jail. 3 hots and a cot is the saying. Without question some will deliberately aim for the 'safety' of jail. It's "Club Med" for the homeless. All just to feel safe. 
What if you were sane and had a home, but it wasn't safe to lay your head there? What if your only option was to leave? Take a minute to put yourself in those shoes. 

The only human part I can see how I will live a beautiful life is to say, yes, as a country that boasts so much about being the best I have yet to feel for a sustained time that it is. For a moment, when 9/11 was happening we all bonded, wanting so many lives to be saved. That moment was immediately extinguished as many questions were raised regarding who did what and for what reason. The divide was clear immediately, again. During WWII a lot of Americans did not want the Jewish people to come to the US.

I see history repeating itself time and time again. And I have only been here a nano second. It's sad to see it all play out the way it does. Hence, this is why you see me happy a lot. Yes, there are things in my life now that could make me sad or depressed. I choose to have a beautiful life. I wish this for all life. If we are so powerful as a nation, why can't we do both? Seeing folks living on the streets day after day is heartbreaking. People sometimes need help in this world to make it.

For the people who say, "They will let terrorist in!"

Have you seen the news lately?

 

 

We have to figure out a way to help the world. Help people where they live.

Series 'CONNECTED' Number 1 by Micah Mackenzie

 

 

I remember my grandmother taking me downtown to Woolworth's. We would sit and have a cheeseburger, fries and an ice-cold coke. Then we would shop around for bargains and I would take in all the little ol' ladies. They were all so nice and colorful. It was a pastel time in my life. That's where the love for people watching began.

My favorite person to watch was Ms. Gahniva, or that's how I remember addressing that beautiful lady. She had a gum disease that some would say had deformed her face. I thought she was unique, kind, and accepting with a child's inner sight. I did not judge her on beauty, but on how she treated me. She still outshines most people I have known and probably will know while on this earth. True story. For those who have lived in Asheville since that time, you will know this story to be true. Ms. Gahniva would walk down the street balancing a 2 liter coke bottle on her head. Seemingly, she barely noticed it was there. I always wanted a drink from that 2 liter bottle. It must be something special! She would also talk to pigeons. They would keep pace and follow her about. I never knew the language but they definitely would talk back.

We all have a beautiful story on our faces.


I see so many people I know in other people's faces. I have done this for the longest time. That connects me to them, and yet I wonder what they see. I've been told I have a doppelgänger in Charleston who I have yet to meet. I hope he is faring well after the recent storms there. 

Sometimes, the connection is fleeting, gone as I pass by. Other times, it deepens and the paths and story threads of two human strangers meet and time is changed. When I am going through a day and I start to feel it all colliding together and losing focus, I slow down and refocus. Those blurry moments are what I recognize and take time out for. This awareness in myself allows all the right steps to take place in order for me to experience someone or something new, someone or something that I haven't ever met before. Good things often come when you are open to them.

Today was such a day for me and I look forward to sharing a project I am calling, 'Connected.' Without a doubt, I see it. I have no control over not seeing it. As the simple and yet THE most impossible task if you can read, to see a word and not read it. I see the paths as they slightly collide and miss by seconds into inches. I have never seen such a lovely dance. No one knows the steps but it is all ebb and flow and we are all caught up in it.

I will sit in one spot for hours and just observe.

I will sit in one spot for hours and just observe.


I recently decided to try and capture what I see and feel is happening between all of us. Those missed encounters by mere seconds, happening every moment. The future is determined by you and those that shape it around you.