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Rain
The sky opened. Beneath brimmed hat I smiled. If I cannot have snow, bring me rain, Washing away the earths veil of winter. Spring’s palette overrun with grey before hazy blue makes an appearance. In the evening I am engulfed within warm orange and purple light.
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“Marya”, Early Years
Deep black eyes partially hidden by disheveled hair draped across petite shoulders beneath black leather jacket. Leaning against a chain link fence, the face gives nothing away no indication, no hint of the inner struggle. Each image one piece of some story, each word formed into sentences into paragraphs. Arms at each side, long fingers…
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Spring Preview
A walk around Silver Lake allowed the coming spring to enter a tired and worn mind. Thoughts of previous years and a childhood so long ago surfaced with a fierceness that reenergized the purpose within.
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Red Raven Retreat – Trail Building – Day 2
Trail building continued this weekend with 1000 feet hand-cut for an initial pass. Brush and branches form last time were burned in a brilliant display of respect for nature. Seven red squirrels visited and munched on bread we brought with. Photos by Twisted Root Studios.
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At Sea
The midnight sun greets each sailor lost at sea, searching for a port sheltered from the wind-swept ocean off the coast of Brimnes. A swell battering against the hull… Knock… Knock… Ancient trees, glued together, forming the skeleton of my vessel cracking and swaying its moan echoes across the ocean the lighted gateway shimmers across…
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The Meeting
Two beings stand at the Infinite boundary between The sea and the fields. To each only minutes have Passed and the 20 years of Silence was just yesterday And what was still is. Hand in hand they now watch The sunset and its Reflection in the azure waters.
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A Dream
Black, white snow sparkles, blue tinged calm air cold as we are bundled clear sky, no clouds can be seen. I am hiding inside a snow cave, I turn to find you and an avalanche begins, snow and ice fall. Time passes, I turn to find you another avalanche begins. I let more time pass,…
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Fragments Across the Empty Field
He longs for home of which he is unsure, what that home entails, where the road begins. He left. In one sense he had never arrived. Long nights turn cold. The belly of this beast emerges with bared teeth and claws, leaving two choices: accept the proposition, or move outside of yourself. Tiny fragments…
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Glass
She stares across the dining room table past the empty chair through the streaked glass at the aging willow tree while caressing her left wrist and the pink valley.
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Russian City Center
1. Easterly wind pushes yesterdays news past the corner of main and 5th. A metal pole stands empty, except for the petite light blond girl leaning at a slight angle, hair rustling. 2. It is December 7th. Low hanging sun graces ice with orange light, each shattered window. 3. The city center of the old…