David Scarola Photography

David Scarola Photography David Scarola is a professional photographer in South Florida, offering portrait and fine art services to clients around the world.

David showcases his work and offers studio photography at his gallery in Palm Beach Gardens, Florida.

For most of my life,I’ve been hearing:Push.Go.Hustle.Drive faster.Cut the corner.Post now.Make money.More, more, more—Do...
05/06/2025

For most of my life,
I’ve been hearing:
Push.
Go.
Hustle.
Drive faster.
Cut the corner.
Post now.
Make money.
More, more, more—
Don’t stop. Don’t sit.
Don’t rest too long or you’ll be forgotten.

It’s the voice that doesn’t let me play guitar unless it’s productive.
That turns sacred time into a task list.
That says: do your meditation, sure, but get back to work immediately after.
That tells me the only way to be worthy is to be amazing.
The best.
Seen.
Celebrated.
Always producing.
Always performing.

Today, I recognize this is the voice of a culture that worships speed.
It’s the system’s voice, yes—but also the echo of something deeper.

It’s my father’s voice in part—though not how he intended it.
It’s the voice of being shaped in the presence of greatness,
and never feeling like I could match it.

It’s the voice of the world I was born into—
the classrooms, the highways, the magazines, the business meetings.
All of them said: You are what you earn.
You are what you prove.
You are what they see.

But more than all of that—it’s the voice that got inside me when I was three.
When I started noticing what got celebrated and what didn’t.
What got attention.
What earned love.
What felt like enough.

It’s the voice that got confused with identity.
It said urgency is power.
It said stillness is weakness.
It said if you stop, you’ll fall behind.

And now I’m seeing…
That voice isn’t mine.

It was installed.
It was inherited.
It was a survival code.

But it is not my truth.
It is not the signal I am here to follow.

I am unsubscribing from it.

And without it, something holy begins to return.

My soul’s original rhythm is not fast.
It’s not about getting somewhere.
It’s not about skipping steps or chasing light.
It’s about becoming light by being present.

Without that voice, I can breathe.

I can hear the guitar string hum without needing to record it.
I can walk without needing a destination.
I can create without needing a return.
I can be me—without the mask of momentum.

So I thank that old voice for trying to protect me.
But I don’t follow it anymore.

I follow silence.
I follow the still small voice.
I follow the rhythm of God in my breath.

And that’s enough.

Dear Friends,I want to share something tender and meaningful with you, and extend an invitation to walk alongside me in ...
04/14/2025

Dear Friends,

I want to share something tender and meaningful with you, and extend an invitation to walk alongside me in your own way.

Beginning sunrise tomorrow morning, Tuesday, I’ll be entering a four-day vision quest—stepping away from the noise of daily life and into a space of solitude, fasting, and prayer in the nature. This journey coincides with the end of Lent and the approach of Easter, and for me, it marks a sacred threshold. A pause. A reattunement to a more original rhythm of my being. A return to the voice of my soul—the one that so often gets drowned out by noise, urgency, movement, and the many roles I play in the world.

This is not a retreat from life, but a celebration of it. A quiet communion with the sacred unknown. An act of trust, devotion, and listening, entering into a quiet conversation with God, with nature, and with the still places within me. Not to chase a revelation—but to let the stillness speak.

In this liminal space, I’m honoring what I’ve carried, releasing what’s no longer needed, and allowing a new clarity to emerge. This isn’t about striving or achievement—it’s about softening into presence, and remembering the divine within and around me.

It’s been a humbling and vulnerable season. I’ve been learning to meet myself more honestly—to slow down, to forgive, to love what I’ve long withheld compassion from. This vision quest is my way of bowing to that inner work. A way of living with greater faith and saying: Yes. I trust where this path is leading.

If you feel called, I invite you to join me in a simple ritual:

Light a candle at sunrise on Tuesday, and keep it burning (or relight it each morning) through Sunday.

Let it be a symbol of stillness and intention. Of prayer, if that speaks to you. Of reverence—for your life, your journey, and if you feel moved, for mine too.

This is my way of honoring Easter this year—not just through tradition, but through a living devotion. Through meditation, silence, communion, and surrender.

Thank you for being part of my life. Thank you for witnessing.
And if you do light a candle, I’d love to hear about it.

With love,
David
(Pics from vision quest 3 yrs ago)

Through stillness she refines her frequency.
03/27/2025

Through stillness she refines her frequency.

It is control, styled as desire.It is fashion as power play.It is a boundary, not a welcome.It is the performance of sed...
03/26/2025

It is control, styled as desire.
It is fashion as power play.
It is a boundary, not a welcome.
It is the performance of seduction without the surrender.

The hat casts shadow, shielding the eyes—there’s no true access to her gaze. The sunglasses reinforce that shield, making her unreadable. Her hand on the brim signals control over how much she reveals. The swimsuit, though form-fitting, is structured and sculptural, not soft or yielding. Her pose is deliberate—legs apart to suggest openness, but with a core tension in the body that says, don’t mistake this for invitation. Everything here is styled to evoke desire, while simultaneously asserting dominance over it.

Have you found what’s holy within yourself? Do you honor it in full devotion, or still wait for the world to give you pe...
03/26/2025

Have you found what’s holy within yourself? Do you honor it in full devotion, or still wait for the world to give you permission?

This is the moment where self-protection softens into self-celebration. She’s releasing the weight of past roles that n...
03/25/2025

This is the moment where self-protection softens into self-celebration. She’s releasing the weight of past roles that no longer define her. She is letting go of control, perfection, and performance, allowing laughter to rise in their place.
The earth holds her, the light mirrors her joy, and the reflection reminds her: she is whole as she is.

Woman and wave, both wild, both divine.Each rises from the deep, shaped by rhythm, summoned by the moon, and driven by a...
03/23/2025

Woman and wave, both wild, both divine.
Each rises from the deep, shaped by rhythm, summoned by the moon, and driven by a force no mind can tame.

A pulsing cosmos, curved in light.This is not just a body—it is a temple of becoming, the pulse of eternity wrapped in f...
03/22/2025

A pulsing cosmos, curved in light.
This is not just a body—it is a temple of becoming, the pulse of eternity wrapped in flesh.

A quiet cosmos, curved in light.This is not just a body—it is a temple of becoming, the pulse of eternity wrapped in fle...
03/22/2025

A quiet cosmos, curved in light.
This is not just a body—it is a temple of becoming, the pulse of eternity wrapped in flesh.

Between worlds, where breath slows and the senses awaken. In quiet suspension, water becomes both mirror and womb—holdi...
03/22/2025

Between worlds, where breath slows and the senses awaken.

In quiet suspension, water becomes both mirror and womb—holding, softening, remembering.

Here, beauty is felt with the listening heart.

A moment before thought, presence becomes prayer.

She is the wind on fire, untamed, devouring the space between earth and sky with every perfect leap. Her limbs strike li...
03/21/2025

She is the wind on fire, untamed, devouring the space between earth and sky with every perfect leap. Her limbs strike like flames, her breath ignites the air, and the world can only watch, spellbound, as she consumes the moment whole.

I do not stand against nature; I melt into it, bare as the wind, unguarded as the sky. The fence is not a barrier, not s...
03/21/2025

I do not stand against nature; I melt into it, bare as the wind, unguarded as the sky. The fence is not a barrier, not something to hold me back—just a pause, a breath between movement and surrender. I feel the light tracing me, warm and knowing, as if the sun itself has memorized my shape. I am not posing, not performing—just dissolving, just being, as much a part of this moment as the sand beneath my feet. This is the art of living—where I forget where I end and the world begins, where my senses open, where I am both here and becoming something more.

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