All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               It was gift and blessing to bear witness—the pleasure-view of her in immersion-interest, her losing of self, absorbed in an else that spoke and touched, resonant, to a something of her.                He watched her then, legs and feet folded beneath her body in upright rest, soles of her bare feet upturned and the […]

               Craving summer still, but not wishing life away, they made the most of winter day in refuge and rest from cold by fire hearth in among amongst the trees.                Sky was blue and shone in layered, varied shades that lightened of blue into near white as others shaded darker, holding threads of red, […]

               It was way his mind always remembered, choiced landmark in time and reference of a life: she in the wild, summer dress, free and embodiment of season’s spirit; stripe of tan over shoulder tops in widen and spread in fall to front, full sight in hide under cover of the dress; the freckles of […]