Tag: Kentucky Photographer

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Summer Memory at Dripping Springs, Featured on Rutger Hauer’s – Soap Box Poets

Summer Memory at Dripping Springs   © by Tommie Flannery Baskis Late summer days, linger; in hazy dreams before the door of autumn. I find in Dripping Springs, an old forgotten rose bush by the white clapboard home; abandoned many, many summers ago. The rotten bird house still clings to a post at the old, Pickett Cemetery; where many children went to dreamin’, laughing … Read More Summer Memory at Dripping Springs, Featured on Rutger Hauer’s – Soap Box Poets

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The Child always feels the Power of Presence and its Place among the Living, in our Time of Knowing.

As a child, that always ran towards the sun, I look for things that can never be found. I reach out to ones that have no answer- I see their smiling love, joyful laughter, like whispers in the wind… They are fleeting moments; in a locked time piece. I can hear the distant clock chime, a lonely moment signaling the time is near. It sits … Read More The Child always feels the Power of Presence and its Place among the Living, in our Time of Knowing.

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

(The moments that align) ‘Lucinda Mae, Jupiter and a Pig Named Pearl in Dusty Spirit Springs’ by Tommie Flannery Baskis   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. … Read More ‘Lucinda Mae, Jupiter and a Pig Named Pearl in Dusty Spirit Springs’

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“The life that came before us, once was more, than a forgotten dream. It is from this place, that we have come forth.”

  I have always enjoyed finding ‘a lost story’ among the ruins of abandoned places. There is a mystery, a hidden tale to be unlocked from those things and people that have come before us. It is like a quiet force that calls to me; to discover what must be seen and understood. I have a unique perspective and purpose to shine a  light upon these things, places and … Read More “The life that came before us, once was more, than a forgotten dream. It is from this place, that we have come forth.”

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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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