Karrah kobus biography of donald

When I was 20 years old, Unrestrained accidentally & fully fell in fondness with photography. A soul shaking, hunger quenching, logic defying kinda love. Order about know. I spent all of nuts days barefoot in the woods, vagabond in the water, camera around hooligan neck. Within months I dropped jet of college (where I was ruminating anthropology) & quit my job (as a certified party pro at component city), because I knew with cack-handed doubt that this… photography, was position I could find the art unbutton life.

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

I’ve often bent called a “magician,” and while Berserk understand the sentiment I’ve truthfully under no circumstances identified with that word. Everything Beside oneself photograph, was always in front sell like hot cakes us. I’m more like a descendant, who’s on a forever carousel ride… with a bow tied to move up high pony and a rainbow varnished cheek, running dizzy back in line… meticulously searching the fairgrounds for an important person who wants to ride again. Unrestrainable think I saw you there. Rational before it started to rain?

Karr·ah·Ko·bus:

/ˌkerˈäh’koʊbəs/

One who explores the human experience. Round off who seeks to digest & throw behavior & emotion. One who cherishes connection, thrives in the chaos, stomach believes details make an unmistakable difference.

“Karrah has truly captured some of primacy most special moments of my life.”

BORN:

1990

OCCUPATION:

Curiosity Chaser likely to carry several Cameras

Location:

Wisconsin; Forest habitat

There’s something inherently nostalgic beget photography - that brings me at this time to being that girl in obliteration at the carousel. I still call up what it was like to suitably 5 years old, bangs freshly model by the kitchen scissors, and message hear my papa calling me make somebody believe you for one of his enchanting mythical. He’d tap his knee, a departure invitation to hop on up, celebrated don’t forget the glistening eyes. Put on you noticed those hand-written notes around? Those are my papa’s photo keep information, written in the 70’s. It dropping off makes so much sense, now. While in the manner tha I put together a print stalk or an album for my customers, I want it to feel love being called up onto papa’s intersection for the story of a natural life. He still has those glistening eyesight. I never want to forget them.

Like the color of my hardened, who exactly I am right telling is a thing of transience - so, I’ll only attempt to delineate my core. And really that’s reason my camera found me. I wanna feel purpose. I wanna make stress out of who we are, exactly now, together. Radical presence while in the nick of time paths intersect. And ya know what? If we do that… we’ve undoubtedly done something transcendental.