There are songs I sing still, but so long forgotten, haunting a story that should rest, disturbing my slumber with a touch I can’t seem to remember, yet must remind myself to forget. I stand aside to let it pass, but the melody twists and turns through these valleys, relentlessly searching to bring me backContinue reading “Songs I Sing”
Shadows whisper bittersweet words of regret, and I see you there as clearly as you once were in all your natural beauty and simple grandeur. ~ Susan
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.” — Emily Dickinson
I used to drive hwy 152 going home to see family. On my way I would always pass by this old farmhouse just outside of Cordell, Oklahoma. I noticed the house was leaning a little more each time I drove by it. So one day, I decided to stop and capture the place before itContinue reading “Hwy 152”
Expressions of sunlight, burning delight, mysteries in moonlight silence the night. Echoed souvenirs line the walls, defining here our treasured moments, as well as hidden fears. It’s one of life’s greatest pleasures and toughest journeys, embracing the hurts and joys, alike, to free our tears. — Susan (Photo taken of an abandoned building Fort Cobb)
A young man stands before me in the shape of an infant taking his first steps beyond us all to fulfill a destiny of his own.