“A poet, a weaver of dreams, a man who makes glory from nothing and dazzles you with its making”.— Mary Stewart, The Last Enchantment
I remember I was in the 4th grade when I decided I liked to write down words. AND I liked the words to tell stories.
I grew up in a family of readers…both my grandmothers always read to me…one grandmother would read the newspaper comics to me, the other (a 1st and 3rd Grade Teacher) would read Little Golden Books to my brother and I, PLUS tell wonderful imaginative stories about her childhood in San Angelo, Texas.
Our parents were readers, therefore supplying my brother and I with all the books, comic books and fanciful reading material they could afford.
I got my first camera in the 5th grade. A camera which used film, that had to be developed — took eons to get back and sometimes the photos were so poor they weren’t worth keeping.
As time progressed I finally had the ways and means to put both media’s together, via a blog.
To bring together the photos of clear or cloudy days, small brilliant moons, or violet-rose vaulted skies, or when pink light flooded our farm.
Together with WORDS! What a marvelous satisfaction.
Then to bring both (writing and photography) these things together in one place to share with you I was finally able to share this shining place Terry and I call home. Our farm.
A place that rests within our souls and breathes softly on twilight winds.
I thank you, my friends for allowing me to share our lives and the farm with you,