Karrah kobus biography of barack

When I was 20 years old, I accidentally & fully fell in love with photography. A soul shaking, thirst quenching, logic defying kinda love.

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Congratulations Daniel Blottenberger, and I am so proud of this gem of a class, “The Diamond Class.” Thanks for naming all the people.

A year ago today, Prince was found dead at Paisley Park.

On one such street lives Karrah Kobus—an artist in every sense of the word.

Prince was performing in support of his two new albums - Art Official Age and Plectrumelectrum - both of which had received mixed reviews.

You know. I spent all of my days barefoot in the woods, floating in the water, camera around my neck. Within months I dropped out of college (where I was studying anthropology) & quit my job (as a certified party pro at party city), because I knew with no doubt that this… photography, was where I could find the art of life.

If there’s one thing about me - it’s that I’m an all-in kinda girl.

His last documented use of the semi-hollow guitar was during his performance for Barack Obama at the White House in June

I’ve often been called a “magician,” and while I understand the sentiment I’ve truthfully never identified with that word. Everything I photograph, was always in front of us. I’m more like a kid, who’s on a forever carousel ride… with a bow tied to her high pony and a rainbow painted cheek, running dizzy back in line… meticulously searching the fairgrounds for someone who wants to ride again.

I think I saw you there. Just before it starte