And sometimes, I just write filth…

Okay, so not exactly filth…but I do occasionally produce a naughty poem or story. Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy reading these, you devilish little minx. Miss me when I’ve left this place, Spread my ashes upon the ground. Shed no tears, and feel no sorrow, For I, my dear, can still be found. I’m afraidContinue reading “And sometimes, I just write filth…”

So many cemeteries, so little time…

Your beloved Twisted Libra is just dying to visit another cemetery. (See what I did there?) I have several on my list, so perhaps there is a photography excursion in my near future? The weather shows a chance of rain this weekend, and I feel I get the best pictures on cloudy, gloomy days. DoContinue reading “So many cemeteries, so little time…”

The creative ebb and flow…

This is the type of day that, if it wasn’t hotter than 40 hells outside, I would venture out into the world in search of spooky places to photograph. However, your beloved Twisted Libra doesn’t fair well in boiling heat; since I apparently reside in Satan’s ass crack, I must feed the creative beast fromContinue reading “The creative ebb and flow…”