tanner brockwell

there on the light breeze, the scent of blossoms sweet. and walking in the orchard, you see the rows and rows of trees. the heavier limbs are propped with support beams, often at an angle. holding the limbs that will bear so much fruit.
spring is a fresh a blooming time, all the world is on [...]

this afternoon, i listened to the sounds of a distant thunderstorm, and it took me back years. to the night i stood watching an oak tree, silhouetted by succeeding flashes of lighting that lit the sky, lit the horizon, lit all that existed. the bolts were up there, in the firmament, eager to touch the [...]