Light as a feather No burden to hold me down Worries on the wind
Feather weight
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.
The pathless woods
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more.” ~ Lord Byron
Father
“We called him Father, never a childish diminutive like Dad or Daddy. One of the newbies once called him, ‘Pop,’ by accident. Maybe it was a dim memory from his ‘before,’ but Father’s lesson taught him that informal nomenclature was a sign of disrespect, and would be appropriately punished. “It followed that we were each … Continue reading Father
Trapped
Adrift in on the wide-open sea, I am trapped inside my own prison. Unable to enjoy the world outside, I hide in a cage built of self-doubt. Abandoned on a lonely beach, The vultures pick my bones.
Snow drifts
Pure as driven snow No Frostys, no forts, no ice fights This powder don't pack The sand on Florida's Gulf Coast is fine, sugar-white quartz. It drifts just like snow, but doesn't make very good snowballs. It also doesn't melt and leave nasty slush in its wake. It just sticks to your legs and inside … Continue reading Snow drifts
Fog in the trees
Her long, weekend getaway wasn’t going so well. She’d hoped for sunshine and fresh air, and all she got was rain and fog. Based on her weather app, it was already sunrise. Based on what the weather looked like outside, she couldn’t tell where the sun was. The low clouds were so thick, they drowned … Continue reading Fog in the trees
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