Amalya, a university-trained journalist now focusing exclusively on photography, hails from Moscow, Russia. As a schoolgirl she roamed the streets of that peerless Slavic metropolis (not alone, of course), honing her black-and-white skills on Grandpa's cherished prewar Leica. Now based in Houston, Texas, there is no finer day than one spent behind the camera, putting her subjects at ease and capturing them in their finest moments, candid or posed. Amalya's photography emanates from deep within - motivated and inspired, above all, by her love of the art and for her subjects, and for capturing everything that is human in every image.
Place in United States
Amalya Shandelman Photography
What greater happiness can there be, than the imminent expectation of new life?
And not just any, but a new life that *we* are bringing into the world!
What joys of expectant motherhood!
A harmonious blend of love and stylish glamour that leaps off the page and into our hearts.
Is there anything greater than bringing new human life into the world?`
We don't think so.
This Mom Soon To Be has got it all well in hand.
As she awaits the big day.
It won't be long now.
Motherhood is a joy to experience.
And also a joy to behold.
Behold.
Many mothers choose to de-emphasize their own needs for the sake of their baby.
Many do, but not all.
Observe, and be inspired.
Man reaches for the heavens, but his success remains to be seen.
Woman ad-"dresses" that challenge very differently.
Wrapping herself in lustrous sky-blue azure, she declares:
I am woman. Look no higher, look no further.
I am your heaven on earth.
I stand before you, naked and concealed. A hard shell of glass surrounds me, a protective wall of translucent safety. Take it from me! My blooms pour from its spout for you, for me. Be gentle with them. Part of me wants me to let go, to shatter the vase and let its water flow. I stand before you holding nothing. Exposed. But I cannot bear to shatter my exquisite vase. And so I set it down gently. Do stand beside it as a friend. To admire me in my utter exposure is to admire my blooms and my vase.
I stand before you, naked and concealed. A hard shell of glass surrounds me, a protective wall of translucent safety. Take it from me! My blooms pour from its spout for you, for me. Be gentle with them. Part of me wants me to let go, to shatter the vase and let its water flow. I stand before you holding nothing. Exposed. But I cannot bear to shatter my exquisite vase. And so I set it down gently. Do stand beside it as a friend. To admire me in my utter exposure is to admire my blooms and my vase.
I stand before you, naked and concealed. A hard shell of glass surrounds me, a protective wall of translucent safety. Take it from me! My blooms pour from its spout for you, for me. Be gentle with them. Part of me wants me to let go, to shatter the vase and let its water flow. I stand before you holding nothing. Exposed. But I cannot bear to shatter my exquisite vase. And so I set it down gently. Do stand beside it as a friend. To admire me in my utter exposure is to admire my blooms and my vase.