Eyes burning to have their spark back. Dehydration and the effects of a life of distractions. What you see is not the same as I. Age, tired and scared, or is that what you see too?...

I step foot into the wooded area, memories of hot metal slides, chanting songs and emptying gallons of sand from a tiny shoe. Today it’s just me, here to meet an old friend a friend who chose a different path. The reminiscent joy fades a bit and I sit on a swing sad there is no one in my life to give me a push. I wait longer than I think I should, some things never change. Then two beautiful sandy...

In the right lighting anything can be beautiful. Frightening, majestic or a let down it’s up to you. One location, the site of many occurrences. Happy, sad or none at all. You arrive in the night, one lone tree illuminated. Will you leave or stay to see an entire forest in the morning....