If I listen to the doomsdayers, the entirety of the world's surface will soon be a barren wasteland, or completely underwater. The portentous nomenclature morphed from global warming to a climate change. We don't want to offend. Widesweeping winter snowpocalypses, and mild tourist seasons, don't fit into the ominous Nostradamus prognostication of melting icecaps and burnt earth, scorched and … Continue reading Scorched and cracked
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.
Your face will freeze that way
I have one of those faces, one of those "she-should-smile-more" faces. I've lost count of how many times I've been asked if I'm angry, when I don't realize that I've been frowning. Some of it is my extreme myopic eyesight. Squinting is a necessary by-product. Some of it is that I'm constantly thinking some deep philosophical … Continue reading Your face will freeze that way
Guilty pleasure
Beeswax and pigment Rainbows and joy in a box They smell of childhood Last year, before the beginning of the school calendar, my husband's office collected supplies for local schools. We filled a shopping bag with notebook paper, pencils and pens, folders and binders. The Mister also found my nearly new 64-count box of Crayola™ crayons … Continue reading Guilty pleasure
Sailor sky
For the past several weeks, it's been raining a lot where I live, and the resulting clouds have made for some very dramatic skies. Whenever the sunrise or sunset is especially colorful, I automatically recite the ancient mariner's proverb: Red sky at night, sailor's delight Red sky in morning, sailor take warning That in turn … Continue reading Sailor sky
Send in the clowns
“Will there be ice cream and cake?” She ignored his question, pulling at the fleece blanket she had wrapped around her. Plopping down on the ottoman at the foot of her oversized chair, he poked at her, trying to get an answer. “Cake?” Twisting the hem of her blanket, she drew the edge up to … Continue reading Send in the clowns
Mix tape afternoon
The term was winding down. Two more days of finals and summer break would begin. I had my last test that morning, so I made plans to meet him for lunch. Headed home to work at my aunt and uncle’s restaurant, our usual college crew was coming back for the tourist season. I was looking … Continue reading Mix tape afternoon
Thin spiral notebook 