This space is yours. I prepared it just for you. I hung my heart in frames on these white walls hoping you would linger long enough to experience this simple truth:

I love you.

Stay awhile, if you'd like—kick off your shoes. It's a grand estate, but comfortable too. You'll find peace down the hall, a library of love beneath the stairs, whole dream worlds exist within every breath in of fresh air. 

When you've explored for awhile—feel settled


and inspired, I'll be resting on the back porch, waiting for you to inquire. There's a seat just for you, a glass of tea to get us started. I can't wait to hear your story, to listen, to help you write it.

One day, when you're married, you'll leave this space—yet your story will stay and I'll grow quite fond of visiting it—in the library beneath the stairs, where dream worlds appear and I'll never forget your name, the way you made your mark here. 

This space is yours. I prepared it just for you. I hung my heart in frames on these white walls hoping you would linger long enough to experience this simple truth:

I love you.

Stay awhile, if you'd like—kick off your shoes. It's a grand estate, but comfortable too. You'll find peace down the hall, a library of love beneath the stairs, whole dream worlds exist within every breath in of fresh air.

When you've explored for awhile—feel settled and inspired, I'll be resting on the back porch, waiting for you to inquire. There's a seat just for you, a glass of tea to get us started. I can't wait to hear your story, to listen, to help you write it.

One day, when you're married, you'll leave this space—yet your story will stay and I'll grow quite fond of visiting it—in the library beneath the stairs, where dream worlds appear and I'll never forget your name, the way you made your mark here. 

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Looking through the history of art and design, it seems as though each movement embodied a striving to understand life and the purpose of being human, rather than operating in the power of being a human and the divine gift of creativity God has given us. We’re inspired by legends like Duchamp and Picasso, but […]

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Art rooted in insecurity rather than identity

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Everything comes back to the ethereal world I see in my mind. I believe my purpose is to construct the world discovered within me through imagery and words. It is not enough to simply dream. I desire to see with my own eyes what has been so clearly shown to me in my spirit. I […]

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The Heart Behind Amanda Lane Photography

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I’m learning how the original purpose for most pure things are quickly perverted the opposite direction in this world. Love—at it’s root—is intended to always be given. If everyone always gave, then everyone would receive. However, the process has been reversed. There are not many people willing to give so there are a lot of […]

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Where does love come from?

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As a photographer, you’re responsible for so many things that make up an image. The composition, the lighting, the color balance, focus, non-distracting background, clean foreground, is the subject posed in a flattering way, how is their expression, is the angle going to distort them in some way, are they comfortable in front of the […]

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Cherish the Moment

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Nearly every weekend I photograph the birth of a new beginning. Two lovers bond their souls together and begin a new life. However, it is not often that I photograph the end of a life. It is a two sided coin, as one life begins, another ends. The end and the beginning. But both bear […]

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Letting the Last Page Fall