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. “Do 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. 💡 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 →
Two Pairs or Brown Eyes
His eyes cut through her. Skin, bones, and flesh leading to the main target. Her heart vulnerable and loud skipping its beat, only calm when he blinked.
Black & White Photo Series Volume I
The lack of color allows the viewer to jump into the photo and color the moment themselves. Come on a journey from the perspective of a lens. We hate the long trains when we are trying to get somewhere fast, but we love the trains when we want to travel to far away places. Our... Continue Reading →
Crashing Waves, Silent Boats
I'm at a loss for words sometimes. & Sometimes the tide gets rough and knocks the wind out of me, simply because I can’t believe what I see. We are all standing in a sea of dreams, with so much opportunity. We are left with hope, to rise above the water. Even if it's just... 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 →
Silent Thoughts Don’t Exist
When your brain creates your own personal horror story, bringing all of your fears to life.- a girl who knows the dark all too well