Landscape

  • Old Guardian of the Meadow

    Tall grass whispering secrets in the passing breeze, a lone companion for her silent-weathered walls—a tapestry of time, holding tales of yesteryear… Continue reading

    Old Guardian of the Meadow
  • Sentinel’s Journey

    Framed by celestial drama, her twisted branches stretch upward, reaching for the last remnants of daylight. A lone silhouette etched against the backdrop—a dark sentinel’s journey into the fading day… Continue reading

    Sentinel’s Journey
  • A Railroad’s Tale

    Weathered beams, rusted rails, whispering tales of yesteryear—a timeless monument to the age of rail… Continue reading

    A Railroad’s Tale
  • Days of Yore

    The fabric of centuries thin, spirits revealing their presence in twilight’s closing spark—illuminating a bygone era—stories long forgotten… Continue reading

    Days of Yore
  • A Sentry’s Tale

    Kneeling before her early light, heaven’s lone sentry bows before his queen—his light a mere reflection of hers. He surrenders his nightly post, as she awakens her kingdom from their dream-like world… Continue reading

    A Sentry’s Tale
  • Great Blue Heron

    I’m pretty sure he was annoyed… Lol! This great blue heron was giving me the stink eye as I followed along the water’s edge… Continue reading

    Great Blue Heron
  • Dawn Ascends Her Throne

    As darkness surrenders to dawn’s soft splendor, an awakening world embraces a touch so tender… Continue reading

    Dawn Ascends Her Throne
  • Caressing Touch of Dusk

    Surrendering to encroaching shadows—as midnight’s constellations take their throne—her soft remaining light, a gentle touch, descends across her sleeping meadows… Continue reading

    Caressing Touch of Dusk
  • Winter’s Song

    Winter’s icy breeze serenades a slumbering barren landscape; a lonely tune heard only by empty fields and barns… Continue reading

    Winter’s Song
  • A Sunset’s Story

    Numerous tales rest within her heart… …unveiling a celestial bedtime story of breathtaking artistry! Continue reading

    A Sunset’s Story
  • Old Mill’s Tale

    Looming over the endless chorus of the Muskingum River — derived from the Shawnee word Mshkikwam, meaning swampy ground — the Stockport Mill still stands watch over this once important water route into the interior of Ohio. The original mill… Continue reading

    Old Mill’s Tale