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               Every picture had a story—tie of memory to—and going through the still-framed spread, he listened as each was shared, revival through an image of a history restored to memory-life.                He thought of modern pictures, all he took in gather and collect as data, that he never went back to view.  They were never […]

        When the sun was fallen and sky still glowed—salmon, fire, and lavender blushings deepening to violet night—he held her once again; songs of life and the world around; fireflies in green-star rise dappling eve in light.  He kissed her gently—affection’s delicate—that, like firefly in rise, elicited tongue flashings in return and dance upon […]

        She was beautiful in the light of blue, loose of dress in fall.  In gaze on her in the summer light, he thought of the chicory, full-in bloom-in summer-pass on way to the cedar lane and home hidden in the trees.  As chicory that bloomed but for one day, or hour, one had to […]

        It was same world, different see—view of life through lens: discernment of life and moment details when rest is blocked away.  By the lens, she captured faces—flash-expressions saying more than endless words. She saw beauty in the landscapes, vast open of world scenes, and too in minute views in near-examination and worlds within […]

               “Who doesn’t want to live a romance?” he asked, and Anna listened.  “There are moments in life where spirit and mind make note.  Detail stands out, touching different than the rest of life as it seems to flow.  When it does, I hold to that…I pay attention…and from it a dream takes shape.  I […]

               The church was small and reminded both of a one-time country school, single room, where children went to read and learn when there was no work in the field to do.  It’s only difference, from plain bare walls of such, were the wall-high windows that cast color into space telling stories of the Book […]

        Southern wind built stronger then.  Both attuned to the change in feel.  Stronger song of the chimes in blow, heave bursts on the wall; greater of heat, heavier of humid—drawn somewhere from the drying world; change of the trees from whisper-hush into more vociferous of voice, their lean and bend in bow of the […]

        High of day, they stayed indoors in shelter from the sun looking out through open views on fields and sky of blue.  Warm wind blew in sweep from south in draw to storm in north—somewhere beyond the blue.  It ringed the chimes on outdoor stoop, spoke in conversations of leaves and trees.       […]

        Peonies of her grandmother, they thrived in the garden still, baring in beauty the full of their bloom in season and their time.  To blossom-sign, she smiled in belief her grandmother lived same in fecund and fertile of her feminine line.  She held to the bloom, beauty of summer’s full—in remembrance of past, in […]