As much as I claim that my weekly photo hikes are a much-needed, much-anticipated break that allow me to get away from my daily routine, I don’t actually, completely… disconnect. I take photos with my smartphone, posting them to Instagram, Twitter and Facebook. I check emails, I Google places to go. When I have the … Continue reading Cutting the cord
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.
Coming back to roost
I watched the other pedestrians scramble for shelter as the rain began, a sudden downpour that left the city steamy and smelling of hot asphalt. Passing by the huddles of drenched masses, I walked down the sidewalk, face up turned, letting the shower wash over me. It wasn’t the sweet, gentle rain I missed from … Continue reading Coming back to roost
The river runs red
The rusty water ran swift and cold. As red as rooibos, the creek reminded her of the bloody rinse that flowed from her washtub after she scrubbed Hector’s work clothes clean. After the first, long-ago night that he came home covered in violence, his expression was enough to forbid any questions. Since then she went … Continue reading The river runs red
Bare bones
Business first... Saturday I got to finally meet several of my favorite writers when a few members of Trifecta got together for lunch. (Clockwise, from bottom left: Lisa (Trifecta founder), me, Jessie, Scott, Jessie and Scott's two chillin', Deana and Lance's two chillin,' Deana, and Lance.) Thanks to our server Josh for being such a good … Continue reading Bare bones
Dull, flat surface
It sat unobtrusively on the fishing pier. It could have been a drying puddle of rainwater, or the leftover gore from a gutted pompano, but it wasn’t that substantial. It wasn’t transparent like water, or glossy like blood. It was opaque, all light swallowed into its dull, flat surface. At first glance, passers-by thought it … Continue reading Dull, flat surface
Charmed, I’m sure
Three sisters, coy and genteel, stand demurely in a receiving line. Suitors inspect their potential wifely attributes, mouths watering over their vestal virtues. The siblings, hiding coquettish smiles, snicker at the peacock dance.
Thin spiral notebook 