Tunnel vision

October 22, 2012January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 26 Comments

There's nothing innately sinister about tunnels. Dr. Sigmund would even argue they're merely sexual metaphors, but not necessarily evil. That is, unless you have other repression issues, but that’s a whole ‘nother therapy session. I digress… It started when we were talking about our Spring Break trips and Chris made such a big deal about … Continue reading Tunnel vision

Turpentine pines

October 20, 2012January 9, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 13 Comments

It was gorgeous this weekend. When I headed out on my photo hike it was a crisp 55F, and it only rose to the low 70s. The skies were cloudless and pale blue. I went back to Grayton Beach State Park to hike along the lake trails. The evergreens there are remnants of the turpentine groves … Continue reading Turpentine pines

Sown

October 19, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

Floating on strange winds Mortal journey uncharted, Unrestrainable Idyllic pasture 'Twixt a rock and a hard place Grow where you're planted

You look mah-velous

October 18, 2012January 9, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

I haven't said much about this before because when I make announcements, I tend to jinx the results. Injury, and inertia were what vexed me in the past, but hopefully, barring another jinx, I can be successful. For the last five or six weeks, I've been out walking and exercising again. (If you follow me … Continue reading You look mah-velous

Blues Brothers

October 17, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

Bathed in the glow of a blue moon, they gather. Speaking in hushed tones, talk turns to serious matters, words too harsh for the bright light of day. Blue language peppers their discussions, being men of a certain age common civilities are irrelevant. Bitter debate dissolves into ribald tales of blue virgins, willingly turned to … Continue reading Blues Brothers

A lethal tapestry

October 17, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 8 Comments

The spiral net trembles under the weight of its captive. Hopelessly struggling to free itself from the fatal trap, its voiceless screams of terror reverberating along gossamer strands, harmonizing with its ever weakening death throes. Silver threads so fragile, yet stronger than steel, deadly as a garotte. A lethal tapestry woven on a artisan’s loom. … Continue reading A lethal tapestry