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Emily Read

@emilycherieread

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Photographer & Poet
Step into my room, come and see the view
Art Portraiture · Personal Branding · Live Music · Mother Nature
📍 Byron Bay

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We just crossed paths, and for that time you were entwined into the minutes of my life. Isn't that sweet?
How a person can have no part in your life but still be apart of your life..
Now your presence lingers between fleeting thoughts and my mind will no doubt store that moment in a section reserved just for you. Maybe one day someone will say something that jolts the memory back and there you'll be fresh in my thoughts yet again, but I'm not to know when... 💭
Pic of the time Claire Anne Taylor & I took on a storm to create some magic photos together ✨
#nikon #thoughts #crossingpaths by @emilycherieread

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10 years ago

Each step that I take
leaves a trace
footprints in the soil
fingerprints smeared on time

Every breath I breathe
ripples through the people I meet
a story waiting to be told

some will call me villain
some will call me saint

I am queen
I am demon
I am mirror

Some I trigger
some I soothe
each encounter
a lesson in disguise
a reminder that what we see in others
is only ever what lives inside

Beneath the surface
a gift sits waiting
only those who dig
find the gold
in the dirt
of their becoming
🌞⚡️🌙
Thank you @mariaholistics for being such a dear friend, a muse, a light, and helping create some of my very favourite images🌹
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#portrait #nikon #artisticphotography #prose #natureportrait #byronbayphotographer #byronbayhinterland by @emilycherieread

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a year ago

Drift around the house from one thing to another
Half washed dishes as I go sew on a lost button
Forgetting the washing machine alarmed 5 hours ago
Hang the clothes out in the very last bit of daylight
Play 6 different albums, one for each new person I’ve become
Dance in the living room then switch to Fleetwood Mac as
I sing along and finally fold last week’s shirts and pants
A state of beautiful chaos that makes perfect sense
Sit outside with a tea and watch birds float by weightlessly
Talk on the phone for hours at a time
Watch the cat lose its mind
Replant almost dead herbs
Edit photos then sigh at the screen
Look at the Orchids growing in the trees
My timeline
All squiggly lined
I’m at home alone and I’m feeling fine
🌕✨

#mood #ordinarymagic #moonlight #nature #prose by @emilycherieread

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a month ago

Spring and celebrating 32 ♥️ surrounded by a hoard of beautiful humans that make it all worthwhile ✨
I feel like I’m squeezing the juice
out of my hard earned fruit
And I know it wouldn’t taste this good
If I hadn’t gotten my hands dirty
making it
🌱 by @emilycherieread

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a month ago

This is not a field of clover.

#prose #cloverfield #poetry by @emilycherieread

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3 months ago

Raptured by the silence
Halted mid-step,
sweet stillness
The sky opens me unto its canvas
Earth is an artist
Walking through the museum
No photos please
Hush, don’t speak
In a place where words evaporate
not that I could ever articulate
the sublimity
of each sound
each sight
or the feeling inside
Please touch
Texture takes my hand
Splashes of yellow, emerald, lavender, toffee, orange, caramel
When all the pain
drains from these veins, all that’s left
is ecstasy

#earth #artist #prose #nature by @emilycherieread

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4 months ago

I’d like to imagine
there was a single point in history where
our world turned gently in harmony
I’d like to imagine
if that time has not yet been
It is still coming

In the meantime
I remove the shackles of despair
and lay my body bare
in the sanctuary of our Mothers Blood-life
fresh water caressing the faces of rocks
for a second
forgetting
to remember

birds still sing lullabies in tormenting times

more than ever
we must find the courage
to cradle what is still whole and full of utter beauty
more than ever
we must be brave enough
to let whatever small joys fill our insides
and sing them into the open sky
through bated breathe
boldly refusing to break by @emilycherieread

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7 months ago

Love of my life
Apple of my eye
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#bluesfestbyronbay #bluesfest2025 #livemusic #nikon taken in Byron Bay, New South Wales by @emilycherieread

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10 months ago

We say we love
without even knowing the depths of what that really means
Lately, all I see are people writing lists of terms and conditions
detailing their needs, weaponising their love
with caveats carved from fear,
withdrawing affection the moment a box isn’t ticked

It scares the living hell out of me,
watching people play blackjack
with the most pure, powerful force on Earth

Love does not force, control, contort, or hold
It does not demand others into cages,
nor split at the seams when someone walks away

Love doesn’t end
anywhere, or anytime
Love is limitless, boundless, free
Our minds can’t comprehend how deep,
how far-reaching love actually goes

Pain lays over love like a veil
recruiting narratives of disdain
so we don’t have to feel how deeply we did love,
have loved, still love

We build barriers and blockades,
closing sections of our hearts
instead of going through the ache
that would lead us back to the truth
of how much we cared

We think we’re keeping ourselves safe,
but every time we bubble-wrap love with fear,
with fine-print rigid conditions,
we contort it instead of opening to it

We will encounter hurt
We will encounter loss
By nature, relationships are designed
to grow us
not cage us

love is not
to be contained
It’s meant to move us,
break us open,
and return us to ourselves by @emilycherieread

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a year ago

I liked it better when phones were shitty, cameras crappy, when Instagram was instant-gram and we shared little moments of life that mattered, then forgot to check if anyone cared
When people in the streets held books instead of screens
When TVs were a sometimes-thing, and everyone gathered with popcorn like a home-cinema, and choosing a movie felt like an exciting group activity

I liked it better when getting to know someone meant face-to-face enquiry, not a digital dissection of what they share on their stories
When birthday cards were handwritten, and landlines had a literal line, and everyone eavesdropped and begged to talk to whoever had called because it was so novel

We’re more connected than ever, but not in a way that makes us feel closer
We can’t go back in time, and rejecting where we are now would only leave us in a cloud of dust

Jewel’s words visit me so often:
“Our technology has outpaced our philosophy”

To survive now means remembering what is valuable and irreplaceable — to weave the old with the new and find balance in a time that is shredding the essence of true connection and presence
Preserve everything we learnt was precious before technology nipped at our heels. Preserve the real and the tangible.
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#blackandwhitephotography #candidphotography #prose #90s #connection #filmphotography #olddays #real by @emilycherieread

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a year ago

You come home with fire burning beneath your skin, I watch the sky come alive in the colours of amber and burnt orange before you arrive. The temperature of your anger rising, combusting doorways before you enter . You are setting our love ablaze, you are trying to scorch the beauty we’ve cultivated just to see if it’ll survive one more round. From your mouth, tongue like a weapon, licking the air with an ignition. You are turning us inside out, pouring our blood upon the floor and using it for fuel.
How many times will you try to light this house on fire?
How many times will i sit silently in these ashes until you remember our love is like water, diffusing the wildfires between us with soft rivers drowning embers
Each time you bound me to a stake
Burn me to the ground in the sake of your ache
Does it feel good to sit in hate?
If you take the skin off my bones inch by inch
If you strip me of my humanity
If you reduce me down to nothing
Will it ease your suffering, darling?
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The 🔥 of love - an older piece that wanted some air - relationships are our biggest teacher, together we have faced so many fires and our Love continues to win 💫❤️‍🔥
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#nikon #portraitphotography #natureportrait #portraiture #prosepoetry #love #letlovewin taken in Byron Bay, New South Wales by @emilycherieread

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a year ago

@howlandmoanrecords little bands ⚡️
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#livemusic #byronbay #nikon #musicphotographer by @emilycherieread

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