Ashley Anthony's Photo Journal

When you find the balance between being just another flower and...

Tue, 21 Feb 2012 11:58:17 -0800

When you find the balance between being just another flower and the too quirky kid, you’ll discover individuality in all it’s beauty and greatness. (by Ashley Anthony)

The only time I was ever truly myself was when I played the role...

Fri, 17 Feb 2012 13:05:32 -0800

The only time I was ever truly myself was when I played the role of another. Lighting, costumes, and different versions of the same, but it felt natural.

(by Ashley Anthony)

Sometimes we forget to pay attention to our surroundings. Too...

Fri, 17 Feb 2012 09:38:00 -0800

Sometimes we forget to pay attention to our surroundings. Too self involved to see the beauty in front of our tired eyes. Keep them peeled and present, because if you loose sight for one second you could be missing out on something extraordinary.

(by Ashley Anthony)

Belljar SF

Prince Raja was what they called him. After leaving his kingdom...

Tue, 07 Feb 2012 16:12:00 -0800

Prince Raja was what they called him. After leaving his kingdom and descending upon the human world he quickly realized that he still reigned supreme. Cascades of hair fell on his mane. It never made him feel more beautiful.

(by Ashley Anthony)

She followed herself closely. Never more than a few steps back....

Thu, 02 Feb 2012 12:23:39 -0800

She followed herself closely. Never more than a few steps back. Round and round with her trusted pillow and that ever-present hope that she’d wonder back to the 60’s, where she belonged. Follow the light until it shines too bright, turn around and go back to bed. It was the same routine night after night.
(by Ashley Anthony)

There’s a sad poem in all of this. Somewhere beneath all...

Thu, 02 Feb 2012 11:57:59 -0800

There’s a sad poem in all of this. Somewhere beneath all the pussycat jokes and discarded vintage garments. She’ll deny all of it, so don’t bother asking. It’s not her fault though, It was written before she was born. It’s about a cat on a mat, on a mat.

(by Ashley Anthony)

She painted herself because she was so often alone. She painted...

Tue, 31 Jan 2012 12:04:11 -0800

She painted herself because she was so often alone. She painted herself because SHE was the subject she knew best. She was Frida Kahlo.

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(by Ashley Anthony)

“I want you to listen, and listen closely. Your father, he...

Tue, 24 Jan 2012 12:59:02 -0800

“I want you to listen, and listen closely. Your father, he was a cactus, but I loved him very much. When I said you would learn how to smile one day, I lied. He never did. He got prickly when someone pulled out a camera. You’ll get used to it though. The desert wind will keep you company while I’m away” (by Ashley Anthony)

It didn’t really bother her that she got called a...

Tue, 17 Jan 2012 14:12:33 -0800

It didn’t really bother her that she got called a “pretty-boy”. The fact that a lion didn’t know it’s gender didn’t mean it wasn’t king of the jungle. (by Ashley Anthony)

(by Ashley Anthony) Gerald ate cereal out of a plastic...

Tue, 17 Jan 2012 12:11:53 -0800

(by Ashley Anthony)

Gerald ate cereal out of a plastic bowl every morning, chased by a cup of luke warm, black coffee. He would be wearing his shirt. When it came time for his vitamin d injection, as if by some kind of witchery it would disappear. Ectothermy wasn’t uncommon on the boardwalk among the odder creatures.