Eat ’til you drop

November 25, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 9 Comments

My peeps and I are headed west for Thanksgiving to spend the holiday with one set of Grans - the Mr’s parents - for the big Eat ‘Til You Pop Day. We have our own family dinner traditions - green bean casserole, sweet potatoes, fresh cranberry sauce, angel biscuits, turkey, and various and sundry desserts. … Continue reading Eat ’til you drop

No trespassing

November 24, 2013 ~ Tara R. ~ 18 Comments

I got busted this weekend. When I set out of for my photo hike, I decided to just drive around looking for interesting stuff. That means old buildings, abandoned buildings. There is an old gas station near Crestview. I've stopped there many... many times. Saturday, while I was circling around, trying to get different angles … Continue reading No trespassing

Bas relief

November 23, 2013January 15, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

Neap tides and a vacant beach leave the shore smooth and flawless. There are no creatures lingering to mar pristine sands, only the wash of seawater receding back to the ocean. A tidal pool, its brine emptied by a searing sun, reveals a bas-relief of bygone waves. Embossed by motion and power, crystalline quartz shimmers … Continue reading Bas relief

It’s a zoo

November 22, 2013 ~ Tara R. ~ 10 Comments

Opened doors, closed eyes Cryptic riddle, two answers Oh no, she d'int! A recent Facebook riddle went around that caused a bit of debate. Based on a complicated algorithm, there was more than one correct solution. It amused me that two factions clearly developed - Team Door and Team Eyes. If your answer was deemed … Continue reading It’s a zoo

Till we rise

November 21, 2013 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

We'd never know how high we are, till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our statures touch the sky” ~ Emily Dickinson NaBloPoMo 21/30

Her last mistake

November 20, 2013November 21, 2013 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

She watched him meticulously peel the label off his beer bottle, using the distraction to avoid eye contact. “I met this girl so fine…” Shoving the lime wedge down the neck of her dark import, she rolled her eyes at his flirting, and the irony of the Lyle Lovett lyric. The label free, he laid … Continue reading Her last mistake