Crow’s feet

October 25, 2017 ~ Tara R. ~ 9 Comments

Creases so dark and deep upon his face They could have been painted on with India ink. He saw more with his one blind eye than Any mortal should suffer. Every twisted line, every crescent scar, a chapter in his long life. A story so wondrous, so grotesque Only God could write it.

Bare bones

June 23, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 11 Comments

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

Bag of bones

December 30, 2012January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 17 Comments

This weekend I headed back to the Boneyard. It was cold and windy, and it felt like a driftwood sort of day. I got a late start on my hike Saturday, so I stayed at the beach for sunset. It seems that the colder it is, the more brilliant the skies. Aside from the relics … Continue reading Bag of bones

Boneyard

May 21, 2011January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 28 Comments

There are a few places I like to photograph simply because they are so intriguing. One such place I call the Boneyard. It's a small beach area in Walton County Florida, on the leeward side of Choctawhatchee Bay. Its actual name is Bay Flats. Along this stretch of beach, sun-bleached and water-smoothed tree trunks lay … Continue reading Boneyard