Where Photography and Stories Meet
Thank you for stopping by my site. Photography, history, and storytelling are my passions. The stories I share aren't the TRUE story but just one of the many possibilities. Many of the stories tend to take on an eerie feel while others are full of love and happiness. You'll find a little of everything here. Please enjoy the stories and feel free to leave a comment. And don't forget to sign up for the emails so you don't miss a single post.
I was a teenager the day my boyfriend and I were separated. The earth had been changing but we hadn’t noticed. We were in love. Others had noticed though and they took steps to keep us alive. Half the population had been moved to the Eastern hemisphere, somewhere near Japan, I think. That’s where my boyfriend went. And I was in the other half that stayed in the United States. I’m not sure where we ended up, they didn’t really tell us that.>
For most of us, there was no communication with the other group. I didn’t know if I’d ever see my boyfriend again.
The 6 Pillars were ever present. They were always illuminated with the same green of the jumpsuits. It was a color that was chosen for it’s neutrality and it’s calming effect.
There was no hiding from the light. It seeped in to color the grey walls of the grey buildings that all looked alike. Differences created inequality and inequality created division.
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Molly’s house was right on the corner across the street from the school.
There were a lot of stories around town about how she had lost her little girl in a tragic accident.
She hadn’t been seen much since that day.
The kids often dared their friends to go up and knock on her door. They’d scatter every time they heard a noise within.
And then Becca moved to town.
The Janitor clocked in at the nursing home a little early that morning. He had a lot to do and didn’t want to miss anything. […]
If she listened carefully, the sound of the wind blowing through the old water tubes sounded a lot like children’s laughter. She reminisced about what it was like to live in this place when it was still full of energy and life, and water. The drought had now been going on for 50 years. The last good rainfall was over 20 years ago and the weather forecasters didn’t sound hopeful.
“I AM NOT A WITCH!” she had screamed. “I am just an old woman who lives alone, you can NOT make me leave my home.” But […]
Winnie sat down in front of the typewriter. It was time, she couldn’t keep putting it off. If she didn’t get some words on paper […]
No one knows how she got her name. When Dad found her walking down the side of the highway, she only had the one tag […]
Captain Lynn walked up to the front door with her single suitcase in hand. She had worked hard to get this position as an assistant […]
“It’s just stuff.” That’s what he said when I showed him the photographs. “But it was SOMEBODY’S stuff!” I tried to explain. This shirt may […]