Photographer. Writer.
The windows I've peered out from in life have often been cracked with broken blinds and non-parallel slats, no out-of-the-ordinary views for I have not seen much "of the world" in terms of geography, only my local beautiful. Yet when I revisit the panes in my gallery to see if I have any … Continue reading Windows
C h a s i n g clouds, sunsets and rises with my lens, attempting to capture the blend of what there is and what I see to compare and to morph my dreams with reality, framing fantasies, peering into portals, other worlds in the puddles, … Continue reading Upon My Palette
reinvention of the self a mosaic from pieces forged and discovered some to be polished painted others best with the coatings of dust and dirt my favorite so far the healing gem you led me to to dig up myself with the skills I learned by watching you Poem and images ©LauraDenise
My whole family playfully makes fun of me for my cloud obsession. But what they don't know is that clouds are one of my therapies. Nature, in general. I find it nearly impossible to retain negative thoughts and feelings while being in nature. Maybe it's just my personal distractibility level. Maybe it's my higher power … Continue reading Whisked Away
Fallen blossoms, change of seasons, the beauty, though, still reaches through the years, across dimensions, memories' scents forever lifted, wafts of love brush the heart as silken sighs and subtle whispers... Poem and image ©LauraDenise
I prefer reflections, let my imagination spin and transfer me to places no one's ever been– down rabbit holes, across water bridges, tour fairy houses, solve impish riddles, too much to explore, an acre...a world, and I the only trusted guest, the only human at the council. Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Sunlight beaming like a beacon through the trees has always drawn me in, called to me in a way that seems personal, heavenly signals meant to distract me from my mind's wayward bustle, and I fall still inside while my legs keep propelling me back toward my temporary dwelling, but those beacons do … Continue reading The Light Reaches
