There once was a man who’s heart burnt with pride and dedication. He was approached by an investor and followed by friends. Together they built a thing of pride. That pride was stoked by their community, and fed all of their efforts with hope. A cold broke out in a distant country. The man and … Continue reading Hearts Open Doors
There once was a girl. She lived in a house of which she’d purchased with pride and disbelief. At the kitchen table they sat. Breakfast she’d prepared for her partner had been served. Their laptops were open to plans of their bright future together. They’d awoken to the desire for a bicycle ride. The governor … Continue reading Bicycle Ride
The moss that grows upon it’s roof is a sign of life on the dead corpse that used to be a home. It provides growth to the decaying structure as it reaches it’s hands up to the sky and the freedom it prays lies within the stretch of it’s reach. I’m back to watching Netflix … Continue reading 1179 Abandoned Beauty
Again, I'm sorry. Obsessed with alley ways!!! The sky in North Dakota seems to have it’s own blue. Even on the couple of days it snowed the sky was a brilliant blue I’ve only ever seen in the ocean near Maui. I miss my time in both places. I wish I’d been much further into … Continue reading 1180 Work Alley
Earnest Hemingway has been keeping me company lately. I picked up a complete collection of his short stories from a used bookstore a long while back. I’m not quite sure why, but I pulled it from my collection a couple days back and dove right in. “The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber,” was the first … Continue reading 1189 Decrepit Midwest
I've discovered the insane benefits of a Sproket Printer. Each blog post I share with you will be printed on a sticker and given a page in my new journal. This is what I'll scribble in and later share with with all of you. It's sort of an experiment to personalize our website and encourage … Continue reading 1152 Old Grain
I’ve spent the last year terrified of my job and my life. The partner just backed out of one of his commitments. I can’t fault him because of the new opportunity he has acquired for his development. However, I am not stupid or a victim. This is a reminder that our selfishness and self preservation … Continue reading 1116 Winter Pond
I live the intrigue of this photo. A trailer dropped in the middle of nowhere, with one door open to its darkness. One of the best writing prompt photos I have, in my opinion. Click here to purchase this art in a variety of forms and to support our creativity.
I finally broke down and bought Scrivener. Experimenting with it now, I'm thinking back to the multitudes of notecards and notebooks I attempted to use for organization. Scrivener is opening my eyes to the desperate procrastination married to each new desire for another medium. Click here to purchase this art in a variety of forms … Continue reading Reflection
The life in this image is almost enough to raise questions about the finality of death. Click here to purchase this art in multiple forms and to support our creativity.