A Moment in Sync with Time

The two rocking chairs became a metronome as they pushed forward and back on a wide, white, wooden porch. A mother and daughter watching the sunset, drinking cold, crisp ice tea. Memories seem to resurface as the common day is discussed. The mother shares stories of when her daughter was young. β€œDo you remember when... Continue Reading →

Making Love

Her sigh gave him goosebumps. His touch gave her movement. They loved, giving passionately. Never noticing they were dancing. It didn’t matter the setting. One glance and they were tangled together, forming art.

Black & White Photo Series Volume II

I wonder what telegrams, conversations, and power these brought that connected so many. I can still see the electricity they’re sharing. πŸ’‘ In a small little town where the leaves change from green to red, yellow, and brown there sits a church that carries generations of dreams, the soft songs of people who worshipped, the... Continue Reading →

Tyson Street

I drive past the house I grew up in. Everything is different. I look for some kind of familiarity, but there isn't any. The screen door is now black. The trim isn't green anymore. The bench my dad made is missing. The vines that once covered the wall transporting our young eyes to the jungle,... Continue Reading →

Six.Nine.Twelve.

Her heart is racing,her knees barely hold her up,and she takes shallow breaths.This moment use to feel so simplewhen she created it in her head.Her family sits in chairs.Her grandparents stand on either side.Her music begins to play.Her feet begin to moveone foot in front of the other.She can't believe she can walk.She feels like... Continue Reading →

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