Freedom Rolling
There is a freedom when the tires are rolling over dirt and the only sound you hear is…
Home
“Home is where one starts from.” ~T.S. Eliot In the distance, … Feel the pull of the long forgotten….
Softly She Smiles
Softly she smiles My heart melts beneath her style Her long blonde hair reflects the sun She laughs…
Voting on Social Change
Read some fantastic poetry submissions about Social Change at The Reverie and vote for your favorite! My submission…
Comes A Reckoning
Whether she was conceived in love, or not. Under the cover of darkness, or in the light. Born…
Fade to Black
Slowly you drift away And could not stay You are not coming back Fade to black Screams of…
Dream Big – Milestone Markers
Yes, we were here! On a recent camping trip we found an unbroken clay pigeon and my daughter…
Art | Life | Photograph
Faulty Memories
Why is it that sometimes our most favorite memories are those that seem often to be shrouded in…
Art | Life | Photograph | Poetry
There May Be Days Like These
Time to rise, meet the day and let go of yesterday. “How are you?” they smile and say….
Google Auto Enhancement – Intrusion or Compliment?
These are photos I taken by me over the past few months using my Samsung Galaxy S4 phone…