Journey into My Imagination
Jim walked around slowly. No one noticed him. It seemed as if the older he got, the more he went unseen. He recalled the first time he brought her here. They were seventeen – he had wanted to surprise her. “A carousel?” she asked, with the haughtiness of adulthood. “Aren’t we a little old for... Continue Reading →
A tenacious beautiful vine will grow in unlikely places, as happened on a ramshackle building in the back of “Ironsides.” The sun, struggling at times through the cascading metal towers, encouraged delicate trumpet blooms to erupt in fiery hues - beauty, out of place in a kingdom reigned by rust and discarded treasures.
Shannon McCauley - Author 