Tag: Kentucky Photographer

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The Mystery of the Music Box Spirit House

I have always loved searching and watching for the mystery within my journeys of abandoned places, rural haunts, forests and the things left behind. Many of these hidden moments are shrouded in stillness, so one must listen and watch, carefully, for the ‘lost story’ among the ruins. Some objects stand out, among the clutter, as if shining to be seen…the many sounds, seasons and light cast … Read More The Mystery of the Music Box Spirit House

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Excited to Announce that I have a Published Story in ‘Traces’ Fall Edition Volume 46. The Story is about ‘A Connected Tale of the Mystery of School House 109, the Coles from Barren County, KY and the Black Horse Tavern Inn, Midway, KY…”

I am super excited to have my article published in the 2018 Fall Edition of ‘Traces’ Publication from the Barren County Historical Society I have always loved shining a light upon the stories and things from our past. I have driven and walked many a mile through the back country of Mid-west America and her lovely countryside, to document abandoned places, rural haunts and old … Read More Excited to Announce that I have a Published Story in ‘Traces’ Fall Edition Volume 46. The Story is about ‘A Connected Tale of the Mystery of School House 109, the Coles from Barren County, KY and the Black Horse Tavern Inn, Midway, KY…”

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‘A Connected Tale of the Mystery of School House 109; John Cole, Founder of Coles’ Bend in Barren County, KY; The Black Horse Tavern Inn, Midway, KY and Richard Cole Jr. Whose Progeny include Frank and Jesse James’

  ‘A Connected Tale of the Mystery of School House 109; John Cole, Founder of Coles’ Bend in Barren County, KY; The Black Horse Tavern Inn, Midway, KY and Richard Cole Jr. Whose Progeny include Frank and Jesse James’ By Tommie Flannery Baskis   This new tale, which I will unfold for you, is from a very old tale. It is a part of … Read More ‘A Connected Tale of the Mystery of School House 109; John Cole, Founder of Coles’ Bend in Barren County, KY; The Black Horse Tavern Inn, Midway, KY and Richard Cole Jr. Whose Progeny include Frank and Jesse James’

‘Lucinda Mae, Jupiter and a Pig Named Pearl in Dusty Spirit Springs’

  This special audio and visual recording is from a story of mine, a special place that I am speaking from memory and dreams. I am reading this as seen through Lucinda Mae’s eyes and thoughts…. Enjoy XO – Tommie   Copyright 2018  Duskflyer Vision Art & Productions

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Early Knife Making, Mennonite Sam Stoner and a Primitive Knife Making Session to Come on April 25th

    The earliest forms of knife like tools and weapons dates back to Lower Paleolithic period around 2 1/2 million years ago and would have been made from flint, rock and bone. The very first metal knives would have been made from Copper, being double edged and symmetrical type daggers. There are many types of knives, knife designs and uses for them depending on the culture … Read More Early Knife Making, Mennonite Sam Stoner and a Primitive Knife Making Session to Come on April 25th

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(The moments that align) ‘Lucinda Mae, Jupiter and a Pig Named Pearl in Dusty Spirit Springs’

  The moments I speak of now are carved deep within the child I once was. The breath of my soul, fearless in the path of the great mystery, I stood proud, in the place of my time; in the place of my knowing… I am Lucinda Mae. I was born and raised in Dusty Spirit Springs; an old mining town encroached upon the … Read More (The moments that align) ‘Lucinda Mae, Jupiter and a Pig Named Pearl in Dusty Spirit Springs’

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Early Town, the Carnival Lady and An Attic of Secrets

  Early Town, the Carnival Lady and An Attic of Secrets The days set slow in Early Town where shadows arrange in mysterious shapes under hazy trees of late summer. I walk along a dry path; a dusting of cinnamon shimmer rises and settles in a traveling breeze across the field of milkweed and yarrow. The path I travel finds its place along Gum … Read More Early Town, the Carnival Lady and An Attic of Secrets

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Dreams from the Wood Porch

‘Dreams From the Wood Porch’   A stirring of rust colored leaves rise ethereal with clay dust, as the girl child dances under the hazy sun of the afternoon heat. Not yet Angel gold dipped in sin and prayer, her tinkling laughter is matched by the cicada drone that beats with hypnotic fervor. He rocks back and forth ceremoniously on the old porch with … Read More Dreams from the Wood Porch

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‘Slippin Creek is Just a Stone’s Throw’

  I’m my Mother’s shiny girl child when she left me here I’m the seed of love from my Father, distant watcher; proud of my growing My Grandmother spoke to me on the last hour of her death bed; Child don’t take money for things undone and things that should not be done. Boy, don’t you know slippin’ creek is just a stone’s throw … Read More ‘Slippin Creek is Just a Stone’s Throw’

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Angel Blue and Einar in Marrowbone Town

  Marrowbone town is as ancient and orphic as the memory is intimate with secrets. Light is the same at Marrowbone in the morning as it is at dusk, when the sun and star shine, upon silver sheen fog, reach the eyes. One will find many treasures and visions among the souls of townsfolk here. You will find them waiting for you among the … Read More Angel Blue and Einar in Marrowbone Town

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The Story and Passion Behind my Creative Works of Art, Books and Photography

“I have always been intrigued by the story and mystery intricately woven by those places and objects of abandonment. This I credit to my being an artist, it is in the creating of my new painting or photograph that this vision and story comes into manifestation. The story that has been left behind from abandoned places and things will never cease to exist. The story … Read More The Story and Passion Behind my Creative Works of Art, Books and Photography

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My ‘Lady of the Woods’ poetic prose, can be seen on Rutger Hauer’s website page- ‘Soap Box Poets’

http://www.rutgerhauer.org/poets/0439.php   Lady of the Woods © by Tommie Flannery Baskis Shimmering ashes and silvered cloth, drape long and smooth, Like a slow fog that whispers over the forest path, to adorn the Lady of the Woods. As the sun lays down before her, a glory of misty silk in the smoky heaven; The very breath of Angels of the Winter land. Her lullaby, … Read More My ‘Lady of the Woods’ poetic prose, can be seen on Rutger Hauer’s website page- ‘Soap Box Poets’