Post Tagged with: "Rika Noda"

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/ July 29, 2011 8:00 am

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by Rika Noda My first pictures were of my parents eating. I have always been fascinated by the mundane routine of life. This led me to photograph people in their homes. I spend time with them, and talk to them, I observe them in their daily routine, when they are relaxed, I press the shutter. The result is a portrait, in their own space. These portraits are like a diary to me. I am documenting all kinds of people that are willing to let me into their heart for a second; Willing to let me show their soul to the world; Giving me permission to tell their story.

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/ July 22, 2011 8:00 am

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by Rika Noda My first pictures were of my parents eating. I have always been fascinated by the mundane routine of life. This led me to photograph people in their homes. I spend time with them, and talk to them, I observe them in their daily routine, when they are relaxed, I press the shutter. The result is a portrait, in their own space. These portraits are like a diary to me. I am documenting all kinds of people that are willing to let me into their heart for a second; Willing to let me show their soul to the world; Giving me permission to tell their story.

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/ July 15, 2011 8:00 am

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by Rika Noda My first pictures were of my parents eating. I have always been fascinated by the mundane routine of life. This led me to photograph people in their homes. I spend time with them, and talk to them, I observe them in their daily routine, when they are relaxed, I press the shutter. The result is a portrait, in their own space. These portraits are like a diary to me. I am documenting all kinds of people that are willing to let me into their heart for a second; Willing to let me show their soul to the world; Giving me permission to tell their story.

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/ July 8, 2011 8:00 am

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by Rika Noda My first pictures were of my parents eating. I have always been fascinated by the mundane routine of life. This led me to photograph people in their homes. I spend time with them, and talk to them, I observe them in their daily routine, when they are relaxed, I press the shutter. The result is a portrait, in their own space. These portraits are like a diary to me. I am documenting all kinds of people that are willing to let me into their heart for a second; Willing to let me show their soul to the world; Giving me permission to tell their story.

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/ July 1, 2011 8:00 am

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by Rika Noda My first pictures were of my parents eating. I have always been fascinated by the mundane routine of life. This led me to photograph people in their homes. I spend time with them, and talk to them, I observe them in their daily routine, when they are relaxed, I press the shutter. The result is a portrait, in their own space. These portraits are like a diary to me. I am documenting all kinds of people that are willing to let me into their heart for a second; Willing to let me show their soul to the world; Giving me permission to tell their story.

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/ June 24, 2011 8:00 am

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by Rika Noda My first pictures were of my parents eating. I have always been fascinated by the mundane routine of life. This led me to photograph people in their homes. I spend time with them, and talk to them, I observe them in their daily routine, when they are relaxed, I press the shutter. The result is a portrait, in their own space. These portraits are like a diary to me. I am documenting all kinds of people that are willing to let me into their heart for a second; Willing to let me show their soul to the world; Giving me permission to tell their story.

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/ June 17, 2011 8:00 am

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by Rika Noda My first pictures were of my parents eating. I have always been fascinated by the mundane routine of life. This led me to photograph people in their homes. I spend time with them, and talk to them, I observe them in their daily routine, when they are relaxed, I press the shutter. The result is a portrait, in their own space. These portraits are like a diary to me. I am documenting all kinds of people that are willing to let me into their heart for a second; Willing to let me show their soul to the world; Giving me permission to tell their story.

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/ June 10, 2011 8:00 am

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by Rika Noda My first pictures were of my parents eating. I have always been fascinated by the mundane routine of life. This led me to photograph people in their homes. I spend time with them, and talk to them, I observe them in their daily routine, when they are relaxed, I press the shutter. The result is a portrait, in their own space. These portraits are like a diary to me. I am documenting all kinds of people that are willing to let me into their heart for a second; Willing to let me show their soul to the world; Giving me permission to tell their story.

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/ June 3, 2011 8:00 am

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by Rika Noda My first pictures were of my parents eating. I have always been fascinated by the mundane routine of life. This led me to photograph people in their homes. I spend time with them, and talk to them, I observe them in their daily routine, when they are relaxed, I press the shutter. The result is a portrait, in their own space. These portraits are like a diary to me. I am documenting all kinds of people that are willing to let me into their heart for a second; Willing to let me show their soul to the world; Giving me permission to tell their story.

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/ May 27, 2011 8:00 am

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by Rika Noda My first pictures were of my parents eating. I have always been fascinated by the mundane routine of life. This led me to photograph people in their homes. I spend time with them, and talk to them, I observe them in their daily routine, when they are relaxed, I press the shutter. The result is a portrait, in their own space. These portraits are like a diary to me. I am documenting all kinds of people that are willing to let me into their heart for a second; Willing to let me show their soul to the world; Giving me permission to tell their story.