The Abandoned Story, A Written and Pictorial Journey of Abandoned Places, Rural Haunts and Small Towns

The Abandoned Story, A Written and Pictorial Journey ofAbandoned Places, Rural Haunts and Small Towns of Indiana “I have created since I can remember and I love to be an integral part in this magical existence we call creation.The power of the sun finding its path into an abandoned house; reaching its path into a…

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…

Angel Blue and Einar in Marrowbone Town (in the beginning…)

    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…

Fluff, is the magical ‘Stuff’ I find left behind on my ‘Abandoned House Journeys’

Tommie Flannery Baskis, photographing her abandoned houses and rural haunts on her journeys for the book ‘The Abandoned Story’

Halloween Eve and the Celtic Festival of Samhain

    Halloween Eve, of which is also known to many as “All Hallows Evening” and “All Saints’ Eve” is celebrated by many countries on October 31st. The three day observance includes remembering our dear departed loved ones, saints and martyrs by placing candles on the graves of the dead. The Halloween traditions of gathering with…

‘Dreams From the Wood Porch’

Dreams From the Wood Porch December 30, 2014 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 an angel, gold dipped in sin and prayer; her tinkling laughter is matched by the cicada drone that beats with hypnotic…

Sugar Dust House

Sugar Dust House The Licorice limbed, trees are the first greeters upon our ascent, to Sugar Dust House. Rustling leaves make a sound, as if slowly drawing breath and releasing onto the cool ether. They lie like damp nutmeg parchment, underneath our heedful stepping. The antiquated brick house With its windows that have gone into…

The Dark Attic

The Dark Attic   The dark attic, the bearer of stillness…. The frost glazed, glass window hung high, etched by days of ice and wind… My windows are a looking mirror, into the seasons of the past. A summer storm, finds my love and I on cool board and quilt of down…a secret place. Autumn…

Autumn Fog, Midway, KY and Woodford County, KY

  ‘Autumn fog wraps a field like spirits moving low above the reeds; where chilled air, rings birdsong on tendrils of suns first light’   Midway, KY is quaint as it is picturesque, with its rolling horse fields, tobacco barns, old stone walls that decorate the country roads for miles and the historic homes and buildings strewn about its countryside.…

My poem- Summer Memory at Dripping Springs, is featured on Rutger Hauer’s Soap Box Poets!

  http://www.rutgerhauer.org/poets/0421.php The link above and my poem below, has been featured on Rutger Hauer’s website page ‘Soap Box Poets’ ! Thank you so much Rutger Hauer for putting on another poem of mine to your already, fine collection of poets ! Folks, make sure to check out Rutger Hauer’s website – http://www.rutgerhauer.org/index.php    –   to…