Step up
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
By Brandon Evans
A pair of happy feet in child's gum rubber-soled shoes curl up on a father's sneaker. The father's foot perches on an orange, well-worn basketball.
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INSIDE THE FRAME
Rusty frame
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
By Brandon Evans
Traces of dirt clinging to cracked, black tires. Rust peeled backward by time attached to metal like strange, alien fruit. The wheel goes round, bending out of sight on a jagged, rusted curve.
Splash of life
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
By Brandon Evans
Clear, pure water pours from bottle to glass. Mute translucence fades into vague backgrounds as light glints off liquid motion.
Finding your element
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
By Brandon Evans
Light from the scoreboard reflects off rippling blue water like fresh, pink-red blood. The swimmer moves shark-like through it.
Path paved for the past
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
By Brandon Evans
The sound of hooves plop like heavy drops of liquid metal on the dusty gray asphalt streets of downtown Cowtown.
Morning light
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
By Brandon Evans
Life is a solitary journey. The only certainty along the way is the certainty that it will one day end.
Running with shadows
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
By Brandon Evans
Shadows streak over well-trodden earth like what's left below when the sun rises behind a graceful line of skyborne birds.
Devil in the details
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
By Brandon Evans
Dew beads on a pumpkin under harvest morning moonlight. Streaks like veins on an ancient croon-like witch race over orange skin toward a green, knotted stem. A detail tells the tale.
Shelter from soul’s storms
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
By Brandon Evans
The sun hides behind veils of gray. Shadows vanish.
Elemental dance
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
By Brandon Evans
The places on earth where contrasting elements meet hold wonder.
Spinning wheel stopped
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
By Brandon Evans
An old bicycle silent as the past leans slightly on its kickstand.
Comfort zone
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
By Brandon Evans
Crystal water cascades over pink petals in a perfect paradise.
An instinct for the game
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
By Brandon Evans
The high school game of football is only 48 minutes long, but the preparation is perpetual.
Swords to plowshares
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
By Brandon Evans
Pencils plunge into yellowed grass. Halfway buried like forgotten tools, they resemble old plows left behind for modern convenience.
Rites of autumn
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
By Brandon Evans
"I will endure to be burned, to be bound, to be beaten, and to be killed by the sword." - oath of the gladiator in Gaius Petronius' Satyricon
Stuck in a corner
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
By Brandon Evans
A county road north of the tree-lined, lazy, winding waters of the West Fork of the Trinity River offers a place for introspection.
The treasured automobile
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
By Brandon Evans
The automobile reflects the idea of America and Americans better than fireworks or barbecues.
County seat view of history
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
By Brandon Evans
History sits in the front seat like a passenger.
