Tag: Kentucky Photographer

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~Children Running our Shadows Down, the Long Roads of Forever~

I recall a time that we drove underneath a winter moon, with fire in our souls;  Lucinda, the Men and me, Michaele Ruby, sharing Christmas whiskey in the backseat of Grandad’s beat up truck. The luminous elixir shook and shone, in moon lit glass, upon our cotton print dresses set in motion by the wind; as we teased our men with promises… They drove … Read More ~Children Running our Shadows Down, the Long Roads of Forever~

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~Children of the Shadows~

~ A child of the shadows dwells between two places; in the ‘Age of Man’ and ‘Beyond the Veil’ ~   This child is born unto a time where Angels cast their light upon the path that must be taken~ During the Winter Solstice, snow falls soft, melting upon the songs of the Dark-eyed Junco and Nuthatch; that carry the secrets of the forest … Read More ~Children of the Shadows~

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~ A TOWN AT NIGHT HAS ITS OWN SECRETS ~

      ~ A Town at Night has its own Secrets ~   ‘A town at night has its own secrets.’ An old woman whispered this into my child’s ear when I was I was growing.  I recall the late afternoon she came shuffling down the lane by our house in October, while my Daddy was chopping wood for the coming winter.  Dust just … Read More ~ A TOWN AT NIGHT HAS ITS OWN SECRETS ~

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~The Secret Place ~

  The Secret Place ~ In the long days and moments of her dream wandering, she will discover the Secret Place. She moves through the forest, as a child that knows its path. She sees eternal sun, hears the melody of rustling dead leaves and the bloom of life, dancing to cicada’s electric hum. Her eyes reflect what she has known, what has always lived there; older than blood … Read More ~The Secret Place ~

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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 and … Read More

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‘The Weight of Wings in a Dark Forest’

    ‘The Weight of Wings in a Dark Forest’ The Lady of dust and woods, creates thoughts in dreams, upon the weight of wings in a dark forest. Thoughts that shimmer and drape, silk white aether, on the cindered soil of forgotten leaf dust. She, the one they call when shadows no longer follow… Unfolds for a presence of primal sovereignty, grand and hallowed; … Read More ‘The Weight of Wings in a Dark Forest’

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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 … 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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