This is just a picture of my old wooden stairs. It was just a black and white I was shooting for fun. The more I looked at this picture the more I thought of the concept of taking the stairs of life. Some of us move to the top in life very fast and some of us take much longer, slower routes. Whether it be circumstances or just the decisions we made, life takes some of us a bit longer to get to our top floor. It does not mean we can’t still reach our goals it just means the view may be a little sweeter when we get there.…

This Photo was shot from the Port Allen side of Baton Rouge, Louisiana in the heat of July. I had just recently moved to Baton Rouge from Mobile, Alabama and although I spent many holidays and summers here with family it took a while to feel like it was my home. The more I spent time in the wonders of nature, the culture, and the walks under beautiful skies, the more I fell in love. Before I knew it this town became just as dear to my heart as my hometown. There are so many places here to be one with nature and enjoy the more peaceful side of life…

This photo was shot near the campus of LSU. Louisiana is one of my favorite states for many reasons. I spent the best days of my childhood here with my grandparents. The nature, the beautiful peacefulness, and of course my favorite thing, the gorgeous mallards, all take me back to a simpler time. This poem speaks of missed opportunities and fear that prevents us from being our most authentic selves. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Let me know how it makes you feel.

This photograph was taken one late foggy night when the rest of the town was asleep. I imagined endless possibilities with new journeys as well as being reminded of roads already traveled. Does this photograph or poem speak to you? Does it spark your imagination as it did mine?

This photograph was shot at the Veterans Memorial Park in Baton Rouge. This park is absolutely beautiful and makes for a very nice walk or run on a windy spring day. I often think of the benches that are usually empty as I walk past them and who I would like to sit with for a day. My thoughts went to friends and family who have passed and to people who have drifted out of my life. I think the empty bench concept is one that a lot of poets use to view conversations and emotions that can not be held anymore due to unfortunate circumstances. Let me know if…