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LEE.BA.TROY Studios Editorial Shoot on Drummond Island

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LEE.BA.TROY Studios Editorial Shoot on Drummond Island

Inclusion

   I bottled up the freezing cold water of Lake Huron as it rolled in, softly washing the rocks along the shore of our 300 ft tiny cabin. The same Lake I would swim and bathe in as a child. It never felt like Michigan, but it somehow still feels like going home.

   Next I walked up the limestone stairs my husband and I put in by hand that leads to a dead birch tree we still haven’t cut down so we can harvests it’s bark for fires and the wood peckers can continue to enjoy it. I peeled back it’s skin and put it into my cauldron for a special fire ceremony later back at my home. I asked my husband to gather something significant from the property and he chose the milkweed pods we leave standing for the monarch butterflies.          

   Lastly we drove to the rustic campground I would stay at with my parents and grandparents every 4th of July to collect the rare bit of sand that lines the shores. Nothing has changed there, not the limestone fire pits, not the flat patches of grass tucked between the hemlocks overlooking the tiny islands that are scattered through out the bay. Yet somehow, everything in my life outside of that very park has managed to change.   

   I describe to you the location I chose to gather materials for the Lake Formed Inclusion pendant necklace LEE.BA.TROY Studio will make for me.
   Through the alchemical process of hand-casting molten metal, the Artist, Kristy, transforms water, sand, and natural elements into one-of-a-kind wearable sculptures that embody both artistry and nature.


   These pieces and the process to create them are not just stories to listen to, but stories to hold. After seeing  LEE.BA.TROY share about them on her social media I was intrigued to tell the story through Photographs in an Editorial Shoot. I asked about her process to get a clear vision for the shoot and her response was both inspiring and emotional. These pieces are not mass produced (even if they are not custom inclusions) but crafted with intention, purpose, and respect for every element involved. Kristy shared with me, “Collecting sand and water from a location- this is a ceremony of sorts for me. It’s also natural EMDR because I walk the shore and scan left to right for treasures with mindful breathing and taking in the sound of the lapping waves or other sounds.”
   If it’s an Inclusion piece, meaning it’s custom made and includes natural elements of your choosing, anything from bridal flowers, birch bark, hand written letters, to cremains can be added. During this process Kristy takes a moment of silence to honor the keepsake inclusion.

   Once home I wrote a letter, a little reminder to myself, and burnt it along with the bark and pods. The next day they were sent to LEE.BA.TROY Studios where Kristy will work her magic.


EDITORIAL

   Editorial Spreads in magazines often capture the essence of a moment, tell an intriguing tale, share secrets with the viewer. These shots are not meant to sell to you, they’re meant to invite you into their world. That’s exactly what felt right for this shoot. Items this special don’t need marketing, they need their story told- just like we all do.

   Yet. I am still a business woman, working with other businesses, and selling is a part of staying alive in business. What I love about shoots like this for my clients is they do both- they share, genuinely, from a deep place, and because of that connection and emotion they also sell. Moving forward I’m excited to bring this approach to more of clients, as it feels far more honest, playful, and like a gift to the viewer and shopper. They aren’t being sold to, they are being shared with and shown, like a human being.


Product

   And for the sake of traditional marketing I did get some solid product shots as well that still hd an artistic edge to them.


Lady of the Lake

   In my head I started to develop this character, a woman of mystery who’s tied to the Lake. These pieces feel magical, etherial, and mysterious to me. What they hold is stories, memories, history, love, hope, happiness, grief, until it is all transformed, secretly tucked away in silver, becoming a comforting talisman that lies upon our chests, still being shared with the rest of the world as a unique little nugget that shines in the light.

   To get to know this “Lady of the Lake” better I let the thoughts pour out into a poem, a very rough draft, which highly influenced how I shot the rest of this Editorial Set. I imagines her sneaking out into the night, unseen, to visit the Lake, unburdened by man.
These images were highly edited to have a more “character” like feel to them.


Fine Art

   The last thing I did was sit with this mysterious character and really lean into more of a Fine Art approach with her.
If you would like to see the hand written rough draft poem and the finished Fine Art Piece
visit my Fine Art Blog!


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If you’re interested in booking your own Editorial or Commercial shoot for your business or Art please reach out by messaging me and we can start designing something for you!

Want to see more Commercial and Editorial Photoshoots for Inspiration?


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May I offer this act of sacrifice to you

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May I offer this act of sacrifice to you

White Rock in Lake Huron, Michigan

An artistic adventure out to the sacred
Indian Rock- White Rock.



A sacred rock in Lake Huron marking the divide in territory between the white men and Indians back in the 1800s still sits in the water today, poking only it's head above water, known as White Rock.To show their appreciation of nature to the Great Spirit, Gitchi Manitou, Indians would take their game and food sacrificed and place it on the rock. People still make offerings on this rock today. In years to pass the Indians warned the white men to not trespass on the sacred rock, but they didn't all obey the call. The tale tells of White men arriving in a canoe and only 1 man who remained in the water surviving, while the others who went on the rock to dance were struck by lightening.

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40 minutes later and we arrive by truck to the entry point of White Rock. What should be stairs leading down to the water is now an outlook spot with orange fencing and a sign that reads STAIRS CLOSED, do not enter. You can tell that the stairs that reach 30 ft above the shoreline are pulling away from their main structure and have a slight lean to them. We decide the risk is worth it and we hop the fence with our paddle boards. 4 flights down and we reach the empty beach, with White Rock off in the distance. It may be small but it's presence is mighty.

We turn around to realize our rebellion has encourage others to follow our lead and we're no longer alone. That all changes when we push off shore and into the Lake. We are again detached from what feels like the rest of the world. 

We paddle out 20 ft, 50 ft, 100ft from shore. Every push through the water gets us closer and closer to that feeling of freedom, with that feeling of familiarity still not too far behind us, as bottom is close and the crystal clear water allows us to enjoy what's underfoot. I watch as the birds perched on top of the rock scatter in unison. 1/2 mile out and White Rock is now directly in front of us and we have a choice to make- to trespass or not. We've already dismissed what the White Man tried to tell us and trespassed to get to the Lake, but in this moment I trust the Indians more than the White Man... I trust their tales, and I don't see them intimidating me with false fear. They know to respect the Land, and while I am here I will listen to them. 

With that being said I had this urge to show my thanks to the land too and in an essence "sacrifice myself" near the rock to nature and all that it has given me in this life. I entered the water, stood near the rock, and raised my arms to Mother Nature. I give myself to you. Thank You for your gifts. 

The wind blew and we fought to paddle back, but we made it, back up the leaning stairs, back over the orange fence, and back into the White Man's territory- where they tell you to stay off a leaning staircase for your own safety, but they will trespass on a sacred rock. Oh, we have so much to learn. I'll take my chances on the stairs, boys.      

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And thennnnn you just have to release your inner fashionista while floating on top of the waves of then lake.

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a spark amongst the wreckage

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a spark amongst the wreckage

Visiting the aftermath of the
Great Smoky Mountains wild fires

Among the charred forest in Gatlinburg, Tennessee

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Among the charred wood and black mountains, a spark lives, and it has nothing to do with fire.
It's an open flame, but it's built of hope instead of heat.

This is my experience in The Great Smoky Mountains National Park 4 months after the Forest Fire of 2016 hit.

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Concept, styling, photographic direction, and editing done by Autumn Carufel (AJBC Photography.) Images shot by my husband- Jake Carufel.


A deeper look

I remember standing on the top of Chimney Tops after scrambling to the summit. The whole hike was uphill. I was tired, pissy, and in awe of what I had just done. It was 2007 and my husband and I had been married for less than 2 months before he had convinced me to do a 4 mile, strenuous hike in The Great Smoky Mountains.

What he didn't tell me was we would reach the half way point, the tiny top, at sunset. I know what you're thinking- how romantic, being at the top of a mountain while the sun slowly sinks below the horizon. But what you need to think about, and what my husband should have thought about, was what happens after sunset. Well. Let me tell you- it gets dark. Really dark.

We then had to hike 2 miles, down hill, toes smashing the front of our boots the whole way down,  in the dark. With one headlamp. And bears. And no water.

And then. I twisted my ankle. And then I twisted it again. And again. And Jake told me I had to stop crying because he couldn't carry me down the mountain so I put my game face on and made it down.

The next day we went back to the look out area where you could see where we had hiked, and that's when I instantly I fell in love with hiking- the battle, the pain, and the feeling of conquering something larger than myself, something not everyone has done, seeing things some will only see in photos.

We've been back to the mountains every year since then. We've hiked to many peaks, fished a lot of rivers, and have made a deep connection to the area

After the forest fires hit we wanted to go back, not to be nosey, but to see the place on Earth we loved so much in it's current situation, as it sat, as a part of history.

In 2017, ten years later, Chimney Tops is now charred, crumbling, and closed. It's black, sad, and dead. I don't know if anyone will know the feeling of standing on the top of that peak ever again. All because 2 kids with matches decided to play with fire.

Looking at it honestly felt like someone had hurt someone I loved, and took away all their beloved memories of us, and left me with this skeleton. The very first place where my husband and I, my best friend, had started our path of adventure, bad ideas, and passion for the outdoors together was no longer.

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But. The mountains refuse to give up. At first glance, pulling into the park everything looked amazingly alive. It was plush, green. Then we realized, the green was filling in where everything had burnt. Nature was taking it back again. And it looked more beautiful then ever. That just proves to you- Nature will always win, so be nice to it.

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These are just a couple of photos taken with my phone of the homes affected by the fires, and this doesn't even begin to tell of the whole story, all the damage, and the sadness that has covered the area for the time being.

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Something to consider- becoming Friends of the Smokies.

The Great Smoky Mountains is a National park with FREE entry. They live off of purchases made at the park and donations. We've been members of the park for over 5 years now, maybe longer,  and I hope to continue to do it every year so it's still around for future generations to enjoy. The joy, the stories, the adventure, the calm that the park has brought us is something I will be forever grateful for.


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If you like the outdoor feel, check out Elores Photoshoot on Lake Huron!

Check out Hannah's Session where we started our own fire to create a powerful shoot!

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A photoshoot with icebergs

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A photoshoot with icebergs

Native vibes in the middle of winter

Photography on the frozen shores of Lake Huron

   It was below freezing, winds over 20 mph, and I decided to take a drive to the beach. Something just pulled me there.
   If you find yourself in Michigan in the winter it's worth it to drive to the shores of Lake Huron (by Port Huron, we're on the East Side of the state) and check out the beach. You never know what you'll find. Open water, flat ice, old snow and sand mixed together, frozen pieces floating down with the current, little ice caves, or huge "icebergs" from where the waves just keep crashing up on shore, freezing into these huge mounds. Every year is different and unique.
   Our version of icebergs and icecaps are what I found that day. The little video above shows you what I stumbled upon.
   I parked my jeep and headed towards the beach. The wind hitting my face was more than cold, it was almost as if it was forcing me to close my eyes while it slapped me across the face. I could see the wind also making huge waves that were hitting the ice so hard they were flying up over the tops of them, at least 15+ feet in the air. I knew I didn't want to stay long, but I knew I HAD to come back. You can't see natural beauty like that and let it go unnoticed.

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   A few days later my assistants and I piled back in the jeep and headed back to the beach. With all my camera gear strapped to my back the girls also had an overwhelming amount a fur. We decided we wanted to all be wearing vintage fur coats for the shoot.
   Less than 2 minutes there we start exploring the area and Taylor falls in. One wrong step and she's up to her knee in water. She's done for. One thing you should know about the frozen shores of our beaches- they are unpredictable. They might look like they've been frozen for months but mother nature can cause miracles overnight.
   Taylor takes off to warm her toes and Elores and I stay out to get a few shots.
   This glamorous vision of expensive fur coats in front of this ice quickly turned to something more organic, more native, almost tribal. Elores started to take on this wild, mountain woman feel and we just ran with that. Take a look.

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   We did swap places for a second, Elores getting some shots of me (that I edited back in the studio later) before we ran back to the Jeep. I ripped off my coats (yes it was so cold I was wearing 2) down to my tank and wrapped myself up in the blanket, which was actually incredibly warm, and I just lived in that moment, in the sunshine and cool air, while she snapped a few photos.

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If you like this winter feel, check out Taylor's Winter Beauty Session!

For another gorgeous shoot in the snow check out Aubrey's Senior Shoot!

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