All posts by Tara R.

I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

Friendship tour

“I don’t want to keep fighting you.” “That’s hard to believe after that conniption you just had.” “You don’t even know these people.” “I’ve known some of them for 10 years. I’ve seen them get married, have kids, have grandkids. Don’t tell me I don’t know them.” “You’ve never actually met them in person.” “I ...

For only a moment

A walk in the clouds Fleeting journey through dreamland Praying ne’er to leave

100 Word Challenge: Fight

There is a tree in my front yard that I think is the perfect analogy to me. It’s not been feeling too well lately. Half of it is falling apart, literally. I went outside this morning and found that last night’s storm had broken several limbs, one was as big around as my arm and ...

Electrified

“I dare you to touch it.” A wad of teens stood at the edge of the sunken field, several larger boys nudging and taunting a smaller one. Two cypress trees stood in the center of the Graco Factory drainage basin. Wrapped around their trucks about four feet from the ground was a metal band. Protruding from the ...

Old lions

A trio of old, hoary campaigners sat in overstuffed, leather chairs positioned in a loose semi-circle in front of a roaring fire. Waiters in white coats silently served them Baron Otard cognac from the club’s prestigious wine and spirits cellar. They sipped the amber digestifs from vintage tulip glasses while musing over their past exploits, the ...

Road weary

Road-weary and brain-numb, Derek rubbed at his gritty eyes, then rolled down his car window. Maybe the cold air would help keep him awake, he had a long, desolate stretch of highway ahead of him. He had driven for hours without seeing a single other car. The only light was his headlamps and the waxing crescent ...

Heritage of war

During the mid-1940's my grandfather worked at the Y-12 Plant in Oak Ridge, TN, as a machinist specialist. Oak Ridge was one of the sites where research and development was done for The Manhattan Project that resulted in the first nuclear weapons used by the U.S. during World War II. My grandfather, grandmother, mother and ...