Rotary dial phone 8-tracks, black and white TV Kids today, so spoiled
Modern marvels
Author: 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.
A laughing matter
I must have dozed off, because when the shadow fell across my face it startled me. I still don’t know how I got up so fast from the chaise without losing my top. A vaguely familiar, and incredibly good-looking man, dressed in delivery blue, was courteous enough to turn away while I struggled to tie … Continue reading A laughing matter
Floating free
Floating free, the tenuous threads that keep us bound to the earth, loosed from the hands of loved ones, follow just out of reach. As our brightly colored effigies are caught in warm thermals, drifting away on gentle breezes, we cling to our past, reluctant to give up so easily. Our ties to the living … Continue reading Floating free
Forever in blue jeans
I feel faded... ...and comfortable, like an old, worn pair of jeans. Knees thin from traipsing through the woods, and crabbing across the beach with my children. My pockets filled with blissful memories - smooth river rocks, pieces of polished driftwood, and pearlescent seashells. I feel like I’ve finally grown into my skin, and it’s fitting in … Continue reading Forever in blue jeans
Purple hair and tangerine sunsets
The two siblings sat at the low kids’ table. Scrap paper was scattered across the surface, along with little piles of crayons spilt from several tattered boxes. None of the colors were whole. Paper was torn off to expose broken tips. Older than his sister by two years, the six-year-old boy was meticulously drawing a … Continue reading Purple hair and tangerine sunsets
Deception
Coral, fidgeting with a cup of Earl Grey, sat across the street from the hotel at a small bistro called Noémi’s. Dining al fresco put her in jeopardy of being seen, but at this point she didn’t care. She knew Philip was at the Windsor Regent. He was there every Thursday afternoon. He tried to … Continue reading Deception
Thin spiral notebook 