I had the rare opportunity to accompany the Mister on a trip this week. While he was doing his official business, I went off on a photo hike at Short Springs State Natural Area in Tullahoma, TN. A bit more ambitious that I realized, I later found out the elevation changes for the particular trails … Continue reading Short Springs: A Tennessee photo hike
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.
Greek chorus regulars
White water rings, left by sweaty mugs of beer, shimmer on the oak bar like halos from stage lights. Gleeful asides from the Greek chorus regulars sustain the drunken drama until last call.
Fresh produce
Rob’s dry spell was quickly turning into a dust bowl drought. It had been so long since he scored that he was seriously considering online dating. He had already mentally outlined his bio, highlighting his strengths, glossing over any weaknesses. His college lacrosse pic was close enough. That was until poker night when he walked … Continue reading Fresh produce
Walking into spiderwebs
Every. Single. One. Gossamer silk spans the trail Face and arms find them On a recent trip to Tennessee, I had a chance to hike around Short Springs State Natural Area in Tullahoma. I headed out early in the morning, camera at the ready. I guess my mind was more on looking off trail than … Continue reading Walking into spiderwebs
Impossible heights
I have flapped and floundered in quicksand of uncertainty Unable to find my footing, slipping from solid ground Longing to take flight, to reach impossible heights My own fears and insecurity pulled me down Keeping me tethered by a tenuous cord The slightest tug, the merest effort would yield my freedom This trap, a prison … Continue reading Impossible heights
Baptism falls
Driving down the narrow, winding two-lane road, was like being transported through a portal in time. A canopy of tree limbs reached across the lane, creating a green tunnel, muffling all sound save the melodic chime of the falls that ran parallel to the road. With her car windows down, she deeply inhaled the aroma … Continue reading Baptism falls
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