Kissing etiquette

August 15, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 15 Comments

Geeky Girl and the Cute Jock, a curious couple in a circus of cliques and coterie. Teenage love, first kiss, and high school angst all rolled into one messy, slobbery, crusty meeting of lips. Awkward, yet sweet. Rub in it, or wipe it off, that’s the first question. The second, will there be another, less … Continue reading Kissing etiquette

Hiding from the light

August 14, 2013January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 9 Comments

I’ve been down so long, I’ve lost track of days. Without benefit of the sun, I rely on cycles to measure the passage of time. Eat, sleep, wake, eat, sleep, wake… three cycles equals one chit mark on the wall. Weeks, months all run together. Subterranean noises are amplified. What may be a tiny mouse … Continue reading Hiding from the light

Gallows

August 13, 2013January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 23 Comments

I watched his face. The play of emotions twisted his features into a grotesque mask as he tried to grasp what was happening. His face seemed to melt as he showed disbelief, then shock, anger, and hatred. Never a good card player, I hoped my face wasn’t as animated. For weeks before his trial, I … Continue reading Gallows

Inner child dialogues

August 12, 2013January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 16 Comments

We all have, or should have, an inner child. That small voice inside us that helps us remember how it was to be innocent, and filled with hope and wonder. Sometimes I forget to nurture that child, just as I would my outer children. These are a few truths I want my inner child to … Continue reading Inner child dialogues

Frogs and locust

August 11, 2013January 15, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 22 Comments

A friend joined me for this week's photo hike. She had just moved back to town after being away for almost a year. I've missed her terribly, and am ecstatic that she's living close again. We're making plans to kayak next weekend. We drove over to Panama City, and I showed her Camp Helen State … Continue reading Frogs and locust

One shot, two ways

August 10, 2013January 15, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 10 Comments

I don't know if the pier was abandoned for the newer, longer, stronger pier on the Gulf, or if this wooden pier was the victim of a killer storm and was never rebuilt. It stands like an old dinosaur, it's grey and aged bones baking in the harsh Florida sun. These shots were taken from … Continue reading One shot, two ways