Fae legend transformed Beguiling fascination Fear not, step inside
Fairy circle
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.
Gentle journey
We said, "goodbye" to our sweet, dear Hershey this morning. She has been a special part of our family since 2006 when our daughter came home begging to rescue a little chocolate Lab puppy. Hershey's first weeks with us were rough, and she barely survived the parvovirus that killed the rest of her litter mates. … Continue reading Gentle journey
Your key, sir
“What’s with all the keys?” A basket a filled with hotel keys sat singly atop his dresser like trophies on display. “That’s not all of them,” he said, “Just ones from this month.” Sticking a finger in the pile, I flipped the fobs over to read where he had spent the night. “Do you travel … Continue reading Your key, sir
Bringing down the house
From the beginning... “Were these actually used to cook in?” Jodie sat cross-legged on the hearth of the great hall fireplace facing the back of the firebox. She looked up into its black, soot-stained throat. “The logs they burned must have been ginormous,” she mused, her voice echoing in the capacious chamber. Flynn had jumped … Continue reading Bringing down the house
100 Word Challenge: Save
Growing up, my mother was what people called, “frugal.” Now, she is considered a consummate recycler. She saves things. Not a hoarder sort of saving, she reuses everything she keeps - rinsed and cleaned plastic bags and foil, margarine and whipped topping tubs, bread bags, and twist ties. She’s even kept once-used dryer sheets to … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Save
What the squirrel knew
“Do you have the young wench under your control yet?” Flynn smacked the white squirrel’s nose in rapid succession until Cyril yelped in pain and scurried away. “You needn't have done that,” Cyril rubbed his sore snout, glowering at the warrior cat. “I won’t abide any disrespect toward Jodie,’ Flynn returned Cyril’s glare, hissing through … Continue reading What the squirrel knew
Thin spiral notebook 