Valli aka Frankiesgirl
Profile
I’m a neo photographer into capturing life as it moves forward.
My photographer’s eye is mainly inspired by portraits, landscape, reflections and macros. I love experimenting too with photoshop.
I have a strong affinity with music and you will find various musical images for your viewing pleasure.
My username is Frankiesgirl.
Thanks so much for stopping by and taking the time to comment.
© Valli aka Frankiesgirl. Copying and using any images or writing in my portfolio without prior permission is prohibited.
To make things easier, I’ve added links to my photograph categories. Just click on the links below.
Music
Portraits
Christmas Cards
Easter Cards
Travel & Landscapes
Architecture
Macro
Flowers &Nature
Insects
Animals
Birds
Miscellaneous
Groups
Valli aka Frankiesgirl is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Alternative Christmas Images, Challenge Café, Italy and all Things Italian , Macro Untouched. 2 per day only (must not be photoshoped) , Photoshop Help, Seasonal Greeting Cards and Skyscapes.
Journal Entries
DAILY WRAP INTERVIEW – AN INSIGHT INTO AN INTERIOR MAN
Posted about 1 year ago, 8 comments so far.
The Meaning of True Friendship
Posted about 1 year ago, 4 comments so far.
Well.... I'm soooo excited....
Posted about 1 year ago, 10 comments so far.
FIRST SALES...OH MY GOSH! THANK YOU HEAPS
Posted about 1 year ago, 3 comments so far.
THE LOSS OF A CHILD
Posted over 2 years ago, 10 comments so far.
Christmas cards for sale
Posted over 2 years ago.
Corvara Weekend
Posted over 2 years ago.
Clothing
Writing
Pride Sometimes Hurts
I shiver as your lust creates sparks of energy that bounce around the small studio and tear into my aching body.
Waiting
In the corridor of skeletal carob trees, I sit waiting for you. Their dark succulent fruit, remind me of the secrets held within your tortured soul.
CRY ME A RIVER
This content is not visible because the safe filter is on.The Call
Her self importance had grown since her marriage into the upper classes. Then what about me?
Shame - Poetry written many years ago
There are many who get tired, / In a woman or a man, / for love which goes missing;
Doors
Our life holds many doors. / Those which have already been opened
