History time!

My blogging started in college (2010) with "The Story Behind...", not lifestyle content. I used my photography or asked my photog major friends for a snapshot and wrote a story to it, instead of the other way around where we normally put a photo to a sto...

Photo by: Hanae Jackson

Find Me

I faced the floor. I couldn’t tell if I stood hunched over, or if I balanced in a table top position on my hands and knees, or if I lay on the blurry floor like a slug. But, I couldn’t move. Of that I was certain.

My sight began to falter....

Photo by: Mallory Jordan

The Queen Anne

There’s nothing that brings more joy to my holiday break than scraping some extra cash together at my dad’s home foreclosure and antiques auction house. If staring at the oblivion wall of the knick-knacks in his office doesn’t am...

Photo By: Gina Portolese

Portfolio: Gina Portolese Photography 

Morning Glow

Peak out at the morning light. His little wet nose pressed against the glass. From a distance, all you can see of inside is that curious black speck breathing hot onto the chilled panes.

Natu...

Dec. 29, 2013

Photo by: Unknown

Taste the Pain

The liquor was sweet and the boys were charming.

Sherry carefully smoothed the edges of her blue toile comforter over the squeaky spring frame of her new bed. Her mother and father stood in the doorway poised like a newspa...

Dec. 8 2012

Photo by: Justin Tillery

Only Grey Skies in London

Alec pulled on his recently polished Doc Martens over his cuffed, distressed skinny jeans. He didn’t bother to put on his military jacket over his white undershirt. He wanted to feel the sting of the cold t...

Sept. 26, 2012

Photo by: Mallory Jordan

Nectar

The little boy sat with his back against a rigid tree. Huddled with his head between his legs, he covered his head with his arms to shield his face from the pouring rain. His hair dripped water down his cheeks like a soake...

April 17, 2012

Photo by: Brealyn Eckstein

Photography Page: Brealyn Danielle Photography

Blood Lust

He held me. Heat radiating from our bones, pulsing through our skin. I felt his skin, so cold yet giving the sting of heated metal, pressing against mine. His tongue ran...

Feb. 12, 2012

Photo by: Charlie Kraus

La Bicicletta

The steamy sun cooked their olive skin. Yellow stains formed on their white t-shirts under the arms and around the neck. Men lifted heavy wooden crates full of produce into Fiat-brand trucks. Women hung laundry on th...

April 20, 2011

Photo by: Sharon Snouffer

Swamp Sports

Breathe in the muggy scent of algae and fresh fish. Watch the blue waters ripple as speedy tadpoles shoot by, and lurking alligators sift through the reeds. The wind violently whips my shaggy, sun-bleached hair back...