I live in an area where old barns stand among the backdrop. This same area is also surrounded by cities, chock full of concrete, strip malls, and freeways all bursting at the seams! I suppose the certainty of suburban sprawl best explains why I’m drawn to the beauty of old barns, standing stoically among this …
A collection of poems about the love and loss of my mom, who was beautiful and lived her life with gentle kindness. Her bravery serves as an inspiration and eternal blessing to all who knew her. Gwendolyn Kaye (Burrage) Vukasovich 2/4/42 – 9/14/18 The Intruder’s HostThe uninvited …
“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players…” — William Shakespeare. If you think about it, our lives are really one big reality show, with each of us landing the leading role and starring in every scene. We serve as the director, costume designer, and even act as our own …
The beautiful NorCal coastline of Santa Cruz is a little over an hour’s drive from my home. This means, on the rare occasion when surf and schedule synchronize, I can grab my board and catch a wave. I’m far from an expert and prefer to surf swells referred to in surfer lingo as, ankle-biters. These …
“There’s something about the outside of a horse that’s good for the inside of a man.” I stumbled upon this quote when I was a kid and it sure made me a Winston Churchill fan. Until I discovered it, he was just some bald guy in my history book who seemed to have a fondness …
The first time he appeared I was traveling at a high rate of speed so my eyes couldn’t be a credible source of information. It was my neck that proved his presence, straining in split seconds to help survey the scene, as I was driving in the opposite direction than he was walking. Hours after …
Light is a photographer’s fondest friend or fiercest foe. We stalk it, seeking the perfect situation, or succumb to shadows and saturation. I’m not a professional, but as an emerging amateur, I’m proudly proficient at lowing f-stops and increasing ISO’s when lighting is low. When I look at light through the perspective of a lens, …
Back in the ’80s and ’90s, I was a big scrapbook girl. There was something about assembling an album that motivated me to showcase memories like some sort of hokey historian with a photo fetish. I spent hours arranging pictures and memorabilia on scrapbook pages only to rearrange them again until my OCD was sufficiently …