There’s a lot to see in this image. It’s been a minute since I’ve studied the nuances represented in the steel of my mother’s countenance. A bit… Read more “A picture is worth 1,000 words [or in this case, 567]”
“…Grieve if you must, but not for long. You know I’m not much on tears. Know that I am with Mama and Lyn and any more who chose the right way and follow me.
Also, I can walk and I am truly whole – think of it!
Now get on with your business of living and know for certain, I am at peace and waiting.
Eternity is a long time.
Be always warm in knowing I love you, ’cause I know I was loved.”
Above the crowd, the holy spirit revived hundreds of pungent, imperfect souls. Distracted by the assignment to collect more images, I wasn’t counting on communion. From the… Read more “A photographer’s tale”
Over time, an iridescent orb forms in the aftermath of the nurturing, transformed into a single bead on a special occasion string.
It’s a thing at Sewanee. Chasing sunsets. On the domain capped by the University of the South, there are overlooks with fancy names. Morgan’s Steep. Green’s View.… Read more “Sunset legacy”
In my last-minute quest for shelter on a no-occupancy mother-daughter weekend, I ended up in a stone chapel turned tiny house perched on the edge of a… Read more “A Sewanee story”