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Doorway to Yesterday
Her weathered skin of fading white still guards the secrets of the light. A hollow chest where memories sleep, and ivy-tangled promises keep; she holds her breath in shadow-gray, a doorway to a yesterday… Continue reading
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Beyond the Cannon’s Breath
In golden light of evening blaze, the old sentry meets our gaze. From cannon’s breath and bitter fray, to Pataskala’s peaceful quiet way. He catches fire in the evening sun, a soldier’s watch that’s never done. Carved in stone for… Continue reading
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Carries River’s Past
She waits where the river chooses to slow, stone-set grace in patient flow. Her walls remember gears and hand, the careful rise, the soft command. Though voices fade and years move on, she holds the past and carries on… Built… Continue reading
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Boarded Memories
She blushes in the dying light, her boarded windows glowing soft despite. Along her walls where shadows roam, the sunset writes its name before drifting home… I’ve photographed the old Robinette Schoolhouse before, but I couldn’t resist capturing it again… Continue reading
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Beyond the Blue
Piercing the boundless sky, she reaches upward in humble prayer… I found this little gem by accident while searching out a field of flowers. I love how she looks in the evening light! Continue reading
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Echos Among the Trees
She lingers among the trees, a whispering ghost of lost memories… Continue reading
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Echoes of an Unspoken Story
Standing in regal grace, her brickwork glowing like a lady bathed in the sun’s last golden touch. With ornate crown and watchful windows, she holds secrets of centuries close… Continue reading
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The Quiet Heart of the Sky
She was born from the bloodline of a legend—the Boeing KC-97L Stratofreighter was forged from the same spirit that gave life to the mighty B-29 Superfortress. A child of necessity and innovation, she rose to serve during the Cold War,… Continue reading
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Louder than the Sea
The wagon wheels groaned as they crested the ridge, the wooden spokes slick with mud from the night’s thunderstorm. Dew clung to the tall grass like silver lace, and a ribbon of mist hovered over the lowland creek. Evan Gaffield… Continue reading
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Grace in the Ruins
She stands aged and battered, a relic of forgotten stories—peeling paint like memories flaking away, yet stubbornly beautiful in her defiance. Her boarded windows guard the secrets of laughter and labor long past, while golden afternoon light softens her scars.… Continue reading
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Reflections of Sacrifice
Her reflection ripples gently across the water—a quiet echo of those who did not come home. Their legacy lives on—in the stillness, in the silence, and in every reflection of what it means to be free… Continue reading
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The Old Wall
Weathered and worn, she cradles forgotten stories and time’s gentle scars. Leaves gather as her only suitors, while the world hurries past—enduring with a grace only age can bestow… Continue reading
Everything Tells A Story... 