Mysts of Yesteryear

So fellow travelers, there’s a tree I drive past every morning on my way to work. It stands full and strong, in a wide open field, steadfast in its solitary reign. I never tire of the image as it shifts subtly through the seasons. Some mornings this Tree is my reminder to stand quietly through …

Deborah H Rahalski

Six decades of love

So fellow travelers, a month ago life threw me a major side track which tipped the balance of my time towards adjustments at work. Writing had to take a backseat although I did amass a portfolio of images and notes which are keeping the creative embers alive in my heart. The tectonic shifts at work …

Deborah H Rahalski